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If I could add a lie unto a fault,

I would deny it; but you see my finger

Hath no ring upon it,--it’s gone.

 

Bassanio

The Merchant of Venice       Act V, Scene i, Line 186                                 

Uh oh, Bassanio lost his wedding ring. That’s not so good. I believe he’s got some ‘splaining to do.

Yes, Mojo, my ring is still...  Oh, wait a minute; I think he's asleep. Never mind.

 

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If he should offer to choose, and choose the right casket, you should refuse to perform your father’s will, if you should refuse to accept him.

 

Nerissa

The Merchant of Venice       Act I, Scene ii, Line 92

 

I think Nerissa’s wording is a little bit confusing. In the second part of that sentence she’s saying that Portia would be refusing to do what her father asked if she refuses to accept him, him being the Duke of Saxony’s nephew.

So, just to recapitulate: Portia is the daughter of a very rich man who has died and left very odd instructions. Her father has decreed that any man of significant financial worth can come and try a game of chance to win his daughter’s hand (and his estate). There are three small boxes (caskets). Only one has the picture of Portia in it. The suitor must pick one box and if it’s the one with her picture he wins. If he picks one of the other two he loses and supposedly must go away and promise never to marry anyone; though I’m not at all sure how that would ever be enforced.

Anyway, in this scene Portia and her waiting-maid (that’s what Nerissa is called in the Dramatis Personae) are discussing the various suitors who have shown up to try their luck. Portia is not pleased about the prospect of marrying any of them. The he/him that she’s referring to in Today’s Line is the young German, the Duke of Saxony’s nephew. According to Portia, she likes him

Very vilely in the morning when he is sober; and most vilely in the afternoon when he is drunk; when he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is a little better than a beast. An the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him.

In that last sentence Portia is saying that if the worst were to happen, i.e. the German picks the right box, she hopes that she’ll be able to contrive some way to not have to be with him. And that’s where Nerissa comes in with Today’s Line, warning that Portia would be going against her father’s wishes. Portia’s reply to this is to put a glass of wine on the wrong box to get the German to pick that one.

In any event, it doesn’t matter too much because we never hear about the drunk German again.

 

Now hold on just a minute there Mr. Blagys, what’s this nonsense about “little better than a beast?”

That's nothing Mojo; pay it no mind.

 

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                                 [Enter Diomedes and Troilus]

Troilus

Fly not: for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
I would swim after.

Diomedes

Thou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee.

            [Exeunt Diomedes and Troilus, fighting]

Troilus/Diomedes

Troilus and Cressida         Act V, Scene iv, Line 32                                   

This brief exchange takes place on the battlefield.

I’m pretty sure that when Diomedes says that Troilus miscalled retire he was referring to the latter’s word fly. It seems odd that he wouldn’t have said Thou dost miscall fly. I mean, he’s talking about the other guy using the wrong word, but then he uses a different word to refer to the word that he thinks Diomedes is misusing. Do you follow?

No wonder people think Shakespeare is hard to read.

Frankly, I don’t follow, and nor do I care. I just wish you'd get me out of this little black bag. This big guy keeps getting his beard in my face and it’s itchy as heck!

 

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                                               [Music plays]

Duke

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me;

For such as I am all true lovers are,

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Save in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved.

—How dost thou like this tune?

 

Viola/Cesario

It gives a very echo to the seat

Where love is throned.

 

Twelfth Night                Act II, Scene iv, Line 18                                 

 

This is a scene with the Duke of Illyria and Viola. Remember, if you will, that Viola is disguised as the young man Cessario. She has come to the Duke’s court, and has fallen madly in love with him. Unfortunately, she faces two problems: the Duke is in love with another woman (who wants nothing to do with him), and the Duke thinks that Viola is a young man named Cessario.

In any event, in Today’s Lines the Duke is giving Cessario advice about love. I included Viola’s two-line response to the Duke because they are such a beautiful two lines that I didn’t want you to miss them.

The modern meaning of the word unstaid, in the third line above, is uncontrolled or unrestrained, but the obsolete meaning, per MW online, is unsteady or vacillating. You can decide for yourself which meaning works better.

Now that I’ve given you a little context, and the history of unstaid, I think the lines stand pretty much on their own. I like them a lot, but I’m not sure I really have anything else to say about them. Perhaps we should just read them once more and enjoy them.

 

As you may have noticed, we’ve been away for a few weeks. In fact, we were quite far away, in beautiful Japan for nephew John’s wedding (and some sightseeing). In our stead, Walker Peter has been holding down the fort and minding Mojo. As you can see, WP has been keeping the little fellow safe and sound, and as you can also see, the little fellow has been keeping a pretty low profile. He was a bit more outgoing upon our arrival home last night. One might even say he was unstaid, in the modern meaning of the word, when he saw us.

 

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Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord’s a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou know’st well enough, although thou comest to me, that this is no time to lend money; especially upon bare friendship, without security. Here’s three solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou saw’st me not. Fare thee well.

 

Lucullus    

Timon of Athens             Act III, Scene i, Line 42                             

For those of you who know nothing at all about this lesser-known play, I’ll give you a very brief catchup: just a few sentences. 

Timon is a fellow in Athens who likes to throw outlandish parties. Everyone loves his parties. Eventually, however, he realizes that he’s gotten himself into serious debt with his lavish lifestyle. Timon naively thinks that all these people who’ve been attending his parties are his friends and that they will help him out (silly boy). He sends his servant Flamius to go visit some of these “friends” to ask for some financial support. Lucullus’s response above is typical of what he gets.

Timon gets over his naivete pretty quickly after this, but instead of just growing up and accepting humanity for the flawed entity that it is, he concludes that he hates people. No, he really hates people. So he decides to go live in the woods away from all humans. I guess you’ll have to read or see the play to see how that turns out.

This is another of Will’s plays that’s really good, but very rarely gets produced. In fact, I’ve never heard tell of this one being produced as a play or movie at all. That doesn’t mean it’s not still being done, but I never hear about it. Anyway, what else is there to say?

 

 

Well that's all quite interesting, Mr. B, however, more importantly, I believe that the Mrs. just bought a brand new bag of treats for me to try out today.  So if you see her, there's no need to tell her about that treat you gave me a few minutes ago; just be a good boy, wink at me, and say thou saw’st me not. Okay?

 

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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

That it do singe yourself: we may outrun

By violent swiftness, that which we run at,

And lose by over-running.

 

Duke of Norfolk      

King Henry the Eighth     Act I, Scene i, Line 142

 

We’re at the very beginning of the play. The Duke of Buckingham has been railing to the Duke of Norfolk about Cardinal Wolsey, going on and on about what a lowlife the cardinal is and that he, Buckingham, is going to go to the king and take down the cardinal. In Today’s Lines Norfolk is warning Buckingham to be careful, because the cardinal is devious and powerful.

It turns out that Norfolk’s warning is prescient. By the end of the scene the king, based on Wolsey’s doing, is having Buckingham sent to the Tower. Nobody wants to be sent to the Tower.

Apparently Wolsey has paid off one of Buckingham’s people to bear false witness against Buckingham and his goose is cooked. Here’s Buckingham with the last words of the scene.

My surveyor is false; the o’er-great cardinal

Hath show’d him gold; my life is spanned already:

I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,

Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,

By darkening my clear sun. – My lord, farewell.

It sucks to be Buckingham. 

 

Yes, Mojo, that’s politics. It was politics back in 1630 and it’s politics in 2025. Some things never change.

 

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England hath long been mad and scarr’d herself;

The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,

The father rashly slaughter’d his own son,

The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire:

All this divided York and Lancaster,

Divided in their dire division,

O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,

The true succeeders of each royal house,

By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together!

 

Earl of Richmond (later Henry VII)

       

King Richard the Third        Act V, Scene v, Line 27

 

This is the last speech of the play, which is the last play in the series that covered the Wars of the Roses. The Earl of Richmond has just won the battle of Bosworth Field in which Richard the Third was killed. So the wars, which started with the overthrow of Richard II, end with the Death of Richard III. In between the two Richards, a bunch of other Henry’s and a few Edwards get to oversee the turmoil that the Earl is talking about in Today’s Lines: fathers slaughtering sons and sons butchering sires.

Boy, I can’t help it but this stuff, like so much else of Will’s material, keeps reminding me of today’s world: more specifically our divided country. And don’t try to tell me it’s not divided. Where is our Earl of Richmond. I’m not really seeing him/her anywhere. 

Do you want to know where we can find him/her? We can find them in someone who’s willing to embrace a member of the other party as their running mate. Mitt Romney and Pete Buttigieg. Gavin Newsom and Liz Cheney. It’s going to take something bold like that to make it work. Otherwise it’s going to continue to be more of the same.

What’s that? It’s time to pull up? Okay, you’re right. I’ll pull up.

 

Ahhh, to be as carefree as my little friend here. 

‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. 

Wait, that’s Hamlet, not Richard the Third. Sorry.