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As salt as wolves, in pride; and fools as gross [410]
As ignorance made drunk: but yet I say,
If imputation and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,

Will give you satisfaction, you may ha’t.

OTHELLO
Give me a living reason, that she’s disloyal. [415]

IAGO
I do not like the office,
But sith I am enter’d into 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, [420]
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, [425]
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves”;

And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry out, “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 [430]

Over my thigh, and sigh’d, and kiss’d, and then
Cried “Cursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor!”.

OTHELLO
O monstrous, monstrous!

IAGO
Nay, this was but his dream.

OTHELLO
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.