Original Text

Modern Text

And let her speak of me before her father.
120If you do find me foul in her report
The trust, the office I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life.
of her father. If she has anything bad to say about me, then you can sentence me to death.

DUKE

    Fetch Desdemona hither.

DUKE

Bring Desdemona here.

OTHELLO

Ancient, conduct them. You best know the place.

OTHELLO

Iago, bring Desdemona here. You know where she is.
Exeunt IAGO and attendants
IAGO and attendants exit.
125And till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do confess the vices of my blood
So justly to your grave ears I’ll present
How I did thrive in this fair lady’s love
And she in mine.
In the meantime I’ll tell you all, as honestly as I confess my sins to God, how I wooed this beautiful lady, and how she came to love me.

DUKE

    Say it, Othello.

DUKE

Tell us, Othello.

OTHELLO

130Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still questioned me the story of my life
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
135To 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
140And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my traveler’s history.
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven
It was my hint to speak—such was my process—
145And of the Cannibals that each others eat,

OTHELLO

Her father loved me and used to invite me to his house often, continually asking me about my life and all the battles I’ve fought. I told him everything, from my boyhood up until the time when I was talking to him. I told him about unfortunate disasters, hair-raising adventures on sea and on land, and near-catastrophes and dangerous adventures I’ve been through. I told him how I was captured and sold as a slave, how I bought my freedom, and how I wandered through caves and deserts. I was able to tell him about cannibals who eat each other, and men with heads growing below their shoulders. When I talked about all these things, Desdemona used to listen attentively. If she had to go do some household chore, I noticed that she’d always come back quickly to hear more of my stories.