“From year to year — the battles, sieges, fortunes
That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days
To th’ very moment that he bade me tell it.” -Othello
Of hairbreadth scapes i’ …sold to slavery;
And portance in my travels’ history;
Wherein of anters vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven.” -Othello
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders.” -Othello
Devour up my discourse.
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her.” -Othello
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.” -Othello