Sunday, September 11, 2016





Please your ladyship
To visit the next room, I’ll presently
Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;




-Emilia
The Winter’s Tale                            Act II, scene ii    Line 47

And back once again to The Winter’s Tale. I guess we can spend a little time on the context here.

It turns out that the king of Sicilia, Leontes, is convinced that his wife, Hermione, has been cheating on him with his best friend, Polixenes, the king of Bohemia. If you recall, that last time we visited this play it was a line out of the conversation of Hermione and Polixenes. Well, Leontes was watching them have that conversation and decided that those two were a little over-friendly, and well, he managed to make the leap to conclude that they were cheating on him behind his back. They weren’t. Anyway, Hermione got sent to prison (he’s the king so he can do that). While in prison Hermione’s friend Paulina comes to visit to help. She’s not allowed to see Hermione, but is allowed to talk Hermione’s lady in waiting, Emila (who apparently is doing the prison time with Hermione) who tells her that Hermione has given birth to a daughter. Paulina tells Emila to get the baby from Hermione and she, Paulina, will bring the baby to Leontes and use it to convince him that he is wrong and to let Hermione out of prison. And today’s Totally Random Daily Shakespeare line is Emilia’s answer. Whew, that was a lot of setup for this line. Makes you wonder if this Totally Random stuff is worth it!

So where do we go from here? There’s nothing really too exciting about the line. It’s pretty understandable. I guess we could find a current use for it (with a little modification). We could discuss the play a little more, but as I said previously, it’s one that I need to do more work on before I can discuss it too much. So then, what else? I managed to ramble on about the line ‘Nothing’, so you’d think I could ramble on about this one. And yet, I believe I’ve hit a wall. So let’s let this one go. We’ll hope for better luck tomorrow. 

                                                               

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