Othello (extrait)

Othello

Othello :

   Most potent, grave, and, reverend signiors,

   My very noble and approved good masters,

   It is most true ; true, I have married her :

   The very head and front of my offending

   Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,

   And little bless’d with the soft phrase of peace :

   For since these arms of mine had seven year’s pith,

   Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used

   Their dearest action in the tented field,

   And little of this great world can I speak,

   More than partains to feats of broil and battle,

   And therefore little shall I grace my cause

   In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

   I will a round unvarnish’d tale deliver

  Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms,

  What conjuration and what mighty magic,

   For such proceeding I am charged withal,

   I won his daughter.

William Shakespeare