THE MOOR OF VENICE

ActL Scène Vin.

Her father lov'd me, oft invited me ;

Still question d me the story of my life,

From year to year ; the battles, sièges, fortunes,

That I Lave past.

I ran it through, ev n from my boyish days,

To the very moment that he bade me tell it :

Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,

Of moving accidents by fIood«Qud field ;

Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' th' imminent deadly brcach ;

Of being taken by the insolent foc,

And sold to slavery ; of my rédemption thence,

And with it ail my travers history.