For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,

Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used

[[150]]Their dearest action in the tented field,

And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains 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.

Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.