I lay with Cassio lately and there are a kind of men so loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter their affairs. This is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary, let us hide out loves."
The he would gripe and wring my hand, cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard, lay his leg over my thigh and cry "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
Give me a living reason she's disloyal!
This fellow's of exceeding honesty and knows all quantities, with a learnèd spirit, of human dealings.
ENTER DESDEMONA AND EMILIA
Why that's with watching, 'twill away again. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour it will be well (Pulls out a handkerchief)
Your napkin is too little, let it alone ( Her handkerchief drops)