![]() ![]() I gave her such a one 'twas my first gift. Not sometimes seen a handkerchief Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand? Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done She And this may help to thicken other proofs That do demonstrate thinly. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: "Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. 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 “Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!” There are a kind of men so loose of soul. I lay with Cassio lately And, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. But, sith I'm enter'd in this cause so far, Prick'd to 't by foolish honesty and love, I will go on. ![]()
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