Othello. Her father lov'd me, oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life
From year to year--the [battles], sieges, [fortunes],
That I have pass'd.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days
To th' very moment that he bade me tell it;
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances:
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth scapes i' th' imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my [travel's] history . . . .
(Shakespeare, Othello I.iii.128-139.)
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