I do not like the office;
But sith I am entered in this cause so far -
Pricked to't by foolish honesty and love -
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,
And being troubled with a raging tooth
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
One of this kind is Cassio.
In sleep I heard him say, 'Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves.'
And then, sir, he would gripe and wring my hand,
Cry, 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots
That grew upon my lips; then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed; and then
Cried, 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor.'
I find that very cute.
