Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue:

Hamlet

Hamlet                   Act III, Scene ii, Line 1                  

Yes, that’s Hamlet from the play Hamlet. It’s a very well known line. It’s Hamlet speaking to one of the performers who have come the castle to put on a play. I’m going to give you Hamlet’s full instruction to the player. It’s sixteen lines and I wanted you to know that I was throwing it at you before you took a shot at reading and understanding it.

Why am I insisting on giving you sixteen lines as opposed to two above? Well, you can stick with the two if you like, no one is forcing you to read the next paragraph. I think, however, that it’s a really good speech, and I wanted to give you the opportunity to read it. It’s got some wonderful language in there, and it’s not terribly difficult. So here you go.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief (I would prefer) the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion (play) to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings (the playgoers in the cheap seats), who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipt for o’erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.

In those last two lines, from I would have such a fellow whipt, to the end, Hamlet is talking about avoiding over-acting: Termagant and Herod are classic villains.

So, whaddaya think? That wasn’t so bad, was it? Or perhaps you’re thinking, Shoulda stuck with the “Speak the speech trippingly on the tongue”, and left it at that, Pete. We didn’t need to hear Hamlet rattle on and on about overacting!

Yeah, you’re right: I often don’t know when to shut up and leave well enough alone. Oh well. Perhaps Hamlet and I have that in common.

And there he goes again: comparing himself to Hamlet. Oyyy!

 

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God save your Grace!

Bardolph

King Henry the Fourth Part II  Act II, Scene ii, Line 72                

Pretty simple today: it’s just Bardolph saying hello to Hal, aka Prince Henry, aka the future King Henry the Fifth.

Now, it just so happens that I’m reading Huckleberry Finn right now (a book I’ve never read). I would highly recommend this book in terms of readability, with the caveat that it involves the over-usage of a certain six letter word that begins with the letter N. But I didn’t bring it up to discuss that issue. I brought it up to discuss an irony issue. 

Earlier today I was reading the section where Huck and Jim pick up these two guys in the river and one of them claims to be the Duke of Bridgewater and the other the Dauphin and rightful heir to the throne of France. Naturally these two royal wannabes insist on being addressed as the royals they suppose to be (it’s pretty evident that they’re a couple of frauds). In fact, “your Grace” is one of the titles that the phony Duke wants them to use. So that when I saw Today’s Line was God save your Grace, well I found that to be just a little bit ironic. Don’t you?

His Grace, Sir Buster of Mojo surveying his dominion.

 

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No, I’ll die here. [Drawing his sword]

There’s some among you have beheld me fighting:

Come, try upon  yourselves what you have seen me.

 

Caius Marcius Coriolanus     

Coriolanus                  Act III, Scene i, Line 222

 

The crowd, for the most part being spurred on by the two weaselly tribunes (akin to U. S. Representatives), is calling for Caius Marcius’s head. They’re are yelling that he should be dragged to the cliff at the Tarpeian Rock and thrown off it. That’s when Caius Marcius draws his sword against the crowd with Today’s Line. His buddies Cominius and Meninius talk him down before he can start killing people, but it’s a tense moment brought about by an unruly crowd being led by two unscrupulous tribunes.

This is a complicated play. No one is fully in the right or wrong, though in my opinion the two tribunes are more in the wrong than anyone else. If for no other reason than that it does such a good job of pointing out the complexities of effective government, this is a play that should be taught in high schools today.

But what do I know?  

Now here's a couple of guys who should be in charge. They would keep things running smoothly. Look at them. Sam was about to head off to find a sunbeam or something, and Mojo was just sitting there scratching. 

I said, "Hey, guys, can you give me a nice pose for a pic," and they stopped and sat for me. 

"Nice," I said. "Now, one more for a closeup."

"Perfect!"

No unruly mob here!

 

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When did the tiger’s young ones teach the dam?

O, do not learn her wrath,--she taught it thee;

The milk thou suck’dst from her did turn to marble;

Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.

 

Lavinia

Titus Andronicus           Act II, Scene iii, Line 143

 

These are some of the last lines that Lavinia will have in this play. She won’t die until the last act, but a few lines further down from here she’ll be dragged off by Chiron and Demetrius who will rape her and then cut out her tongue and chop off her hands. So she won’t be saying much after this.

Right now though, Lavinia still has her tongue and she’s trying to talk to Tamora, the mother of these two guys, to get her to stop her sons from what they’re about to do. Demetrius responds by saying to his mother,

 

Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory

To see her tears; but be your heart to them

An unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

 

Be your heart to them (Lavinia’s tears)/An unrelenting flint to drops of rain. That's not bad. Anyway, that’s when Lavinia gives us Today’s Lines telling Demetrius not to try to teach his mother how to be cruel, because she’s the one who taught him.

 

These don’t sound like very nice people, Mr. Blagys.

They’re not, Mojo; not very nice at all. And unfortunately, these kinds of people are still with us today. Best to try to avoid them at all costs. 

 

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Now sways it (the battle) this way, like a mighty sea,

Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;

Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea

Forced to retire by fury of the wind:

Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;

Now one the better, then another best;

Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,

Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:

So is the equal poise of this fell war.

 

King Henry

King Henry the Sixth Part III   Act II, Scene v, Line 7

 

There’s that word fell again. Remember, in this case it has nothing to do with falling; it means simply evil.

And what of this passage?

Here we have King Henry pausing, alone, on the sidelines of a great battle. It is a battle that he should be leading, but is not. Whilst his queen and lieutenants run the show, he is left sitting there ruminating about the battle and the war. His musings are interesting and valid, but also a very sad reminder of what an ineffectual leader he is.

If this were Henry V, this king’s father, we’d be hearing “Once more into the breach!” and so on as he led the troops to into battle. But with the son, not so much. He’d rather ruminate on the vicissitudes of war than participate in it. 

Honestly, I think I am much more like the son than the father. Not very heroic of me, eh?

 

You’ll always be my hero, Mr. Blagys. Speaking of that, do you think my new hairdo makes me look fierce? 

Take a look at it from the back. What do you think?   Fierce?

Very fierce, Mojo. Very fierce indeed.

 

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My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,

Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,

So many summers dry; scarce any joy

Did ever so long live; no sorrow

But kill’d itself much sooner.

Camillo

The Winter’s Tale             Act V, Scene iii, Line 55

Once again, we’ve arrived at the end of the play. There are only about one hundred lines left in this, the last scene. Leontes and company have been led by Paulina to see a statue of his long dead wife Hermione. They are all marveling at the statue, and Leontes has just been moaning about how it’s all his fault that that his wife died all those years ago. In Today’s Lines Camillo is telling Leontes that he spent sixteen years being sorry, and that’s too long.

Yes, that’s all that he’s saying. Given that bit of context, Camillo’s lines should be pretty easy to understand. 

Yah, yah - easy to understand...never mind about that stuff;  what do you think about my haircut?

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

  

The roof of the chamber

With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons-

I had forgot them- were two winking Cupids

Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely

depending on their brands.

 

Iachimo

Cymbeline             Act II, Scene iv, Line 88

Iachimo is describing the bedroom of Imogen, Posthumus’s wife. Iachimo made a bet with Posthumus that he, Iachimo, could seduce Imogen and get her to cheat on her husband. All he really did was sneak into Imogen’s bedroom without Imogen. He is describing the bedroom to Posthumus as proof that he slept with Imogen. He did no such thing, but gullible Posthumus believes him.

Iachimo/Posthumus, Iago/Othello; it’s all the same nonsense. One of them gets his hands on a hanky, and the other describes a bedroom. These husbands of Shakespeare need to have a little more faith in their wives! Just wow.

I'm glad I'm not married.