Read the following passage as an excerpt from Shakespeare’s Othello. Then, in a carefully organized essay, analyze the rhetorical devices that Othello employs to persuade the Venetians that he is not a threat.

OTHELLO: Her 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
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 hairbreadth ‘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 traveler’s history,
Wherein of oceans vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speak–such was my process–
And of the cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline.
But still the house affairs would draw her thence,
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch
She’d come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse. Which I, observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But intentively. I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffered. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore, in faith , ’twas strange, ’twas passing strange,
‘Twas pitiful, ’twas wonderous pitiful.
She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished
That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I
should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Here comes the lady. Let her witness it. [Act I, scene 3, lines 149-197]

*I am putting time limit as one day but the sooner you can get it to me the better*

*DOES NOT NEED TO BE A LONG ESSAY, 3-4 paragraphs at the MOST*