Dogfights, bitches whispering day or night.
That's how the harpies attack thee. It's premeditated black magic.
They murmur sweet nothings.
The bitches don't care what's wrong or right.
Is Iago outside your window orchestrating an aerial attack?
Don't listen to them!, so you can hunt them in your sleep.

It was Desdamonas demise when Othello listened. They told a story of sweet nothing it was as Iago surmised aerial combat to promote his lies.