Monday, June 12, 2017


…or ever

Have to you, but with thanks to God for such A royal lady, spake one the least word that might

Be to the prejudice of her present state,

Or touch of her good person.


-Cardinal Wolsey



King Henry The Eighth                    Act II, Scene iv, Line 152




There are a number of things we could talk about in today’s line: spake, context, the king’s long speech to follow, Lincoln, Wolsey hall, Henry II. Henry II? Wait, there’s no Henry II involved in today’s line. Okay, maybe we’ll get back to Hank II, but let’s take the easy ones first.


Past tense of speak is spake. Well, not anymore it’s not. Now, of course, it’s spoke. Apparently back then it was spake. The online dictionaries still have it, but call it the ‘archaic’ past tense of speak. So it’s archaic. Sometimes I think I might be archaic. Wait, what’s that mean. Just something old and not used much anymore? Okay, looked it. I pretty much nailed that one. Woot woot. Wait, I’m old and not used anymore?


Well speaking of old and not used, let’s skip to Lincoln. There’s a character in this scene named Lincoln. Did you know that Shakespeare had a Lincoln in any of his plays? I didn’t. But I did know that Lincoln (Abe) was quite the Shakespeare-o-phile himself.  


And finally Henry II. Okay, you’re right; there’s no Henry II in this play. But I was watching a movie with Heny II last night. The movie was Becket with Richard Burton as Becket and Peter O’Toole as Henry II. And they portrayed Henry II as a bit loopy and decidedly not fond of his wife. So that reminds me of today's Henry. Henry VIII was not so fond of his wife (wives) either. He had two of them beheaded (definitely not fond of them) and in all, divorced, or annulled the marriage of five of them. So maybe they should have had Peter O’Toole do a Henry VIII movie. Except for the fact that O’Toole was a beanpole and Henry VIII, well, not so much.
Now these are definitely spokes. They are neither spakes nor speaks.




No comments:

  Today’s Totally Random Lines                  How, my lord! What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother? Polixenes The Winter’s ...