Tuesday, October 4, 2016



‘Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter’d into
For gay apparel ‘gainst the triumph-day.

-Duchess of York

King Richard the Second               Act V, scene ii    Line 55



Well this is a bit of a confusing little line. Let me set the scene. It’s mother, father, and son in the scene. The son, it turns out, is in cahoots with a bunch of guys to kill King Henry IV so that Richard II, who was recently deposed by Henry IV, can get his throne back. In this scene, at the family’s home, the father notices a piece of paper that the son has, apparently tucked in his shirt? The son doesn’t want to show it to dad, and mom is trying to tell dad not to bother with it and that is today’s Totally Random line

First off, dad notices the paper: What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom?/ Yea, look’st thou pale? Let me see the writing. So what’s the deal here? I guess the son has the paper stuffed in his shirt? Dad sees the wax seal that’s on the paper. That kind of makes sense. They go back and forth for a few lines – ‘Let me see it,’ ‘No,’ ‘Yes,’ ‘No’ – and then mom steps in with today’s Random Daily line. Ok, wait, I think I get it. She’s saying that the paper has something to do with a deal that he’s entered into for what he’s going to be wearing to the festivities. The festivities is either the celebration of the crowning of King Henry IV or the celebration of some recent military victories. Okay, let’s go with that. Mom says, ‘It’s nothing but a receipt. He bought some new clothes for the celebration.’

So young Duke of York has a document of a treasonous plot stuffed in his shirt and the Duchess of York is telling her husband, old Duke of York, that it’s a receipt for some clothes. Now eventually dad grabs the paper, reads it, and goes running off to tell King Henry IV, like any good dad would do. And that’s today’s Totally Random Daily Shakespeare.

Comments? Because other than figuring out what the heck it means, I don’t have much more to say about it.

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