IAGO.  I do not like the office,  But sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,  Prick'd 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, would he gripe and wring my hand,  Cry “O sweet creature!” and then kiss me hard,  As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,  That grew upon my lips, then laid his leg  Over my thigh, and sigh'd and kiss'd, and then  Cried “Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!”.

I Do Not Like the Office

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