Today’s Totally Random
Lines
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like
the sun, it shines everywhere.
Feste (the Fool)
Twelfth Night Act III, Scene i, Line 28
This is a line I
recently ran into that really struck me. This is Feste in Twelfth Night. It’s
not actually the line that was picked for Today’s Totally Random Line. That one
was from King Lear’s fool,
Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put’em i’the paste alive; she knapt ‘em o’the coxcombs with a stick, and cried, ‘Down, wantons, down!’ ‘Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter’d his hay.
Now, granted, that one is good too, and all the fools in Shakespeare are worth listening to, but this line from Feste is much easier (and shorter). Also, it comes with a good personal story. Yes, I can see the eyes rolling from here.
I recently took up the challenge of community theater. I’m working with a player’s group that will be presenting Twelfth Night. I’ve got a small walk-on part (Antonio’s arresting officer) and I’m also the group’s dramaturge for this play. It’s this latter role that I’m excited about.
Anyway, we were working this scene, and this line of Feste’s for some reason jumped out at me,
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.
Coincidentally, minutes later the director went back and was trying to work out Feste’s entrance to the scene: was it from stage right, or left? She was trying to make sure it made sense in terms of where Feste had been previously. Just then a light bulb went off in my head: it didn’t matter! Foolery (Feste being the personification of foolery) is everywhere; it just shows up!
Feste has license in this play to be any/every where at any time. He can just show up; stage left, stage right? It doesn’t matter. I made this point, and not only the director, but some of the actors were in complete agreement with me. I love it when that happens to me.
But I was right. Not only that, but this is a pretty important line displaying Shakespeare’s philosophy. This idea shows up in just about all of his plays that have fools: comedy, or tragedy. There’s Feste here, the nameless fool in King Lear, Launcelot Gobo in Merchant, Touchstone in As You Like It… I could go on. And it’s also at the heart of one of his other philosophy’s: things aren’t always what they seem. In other words, it’s the “fool” who often seems to know the most. Good ol’ Will.
Well, that turned out pretty long. Still, it really is a great line, and one worth remembering. So do try to remember it.
One more time,
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.
If the play titled 341 Radmere Road were written, two things would be certain: one is that it would be a comedy, and two is that Mojo would play the role of the fool. Of course, I’m talking about a Shakespearean fool: one who is taken by the other players for knowing very little, but one who knows more than most of them. In other words, Mojo is no one’s fool.
And don’t you think he knows it.




