Monday, June 27, 2022

 


Who shall ask it?

The tribunes cannot do’t for shame; the people

Deserve such pity of him as the wolf

Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they

Should say, ‘Be good to Rome,’ they charged him even

As those should do that had deserved his hate,

And therein show’d like enemies.

 

-Cominius

Coriolanus                             Act IV Scene vi, Line 115

There is certainly no more prescient play of Will, or anyone else for that matter, in respect to our current political times than Coriolanus. I’ve said this before and I’ll probably be saying it again.

This is late in the play, and at this point word has reached Rome that Coriolanus has joined forces with the Volscians and they are on their way to sack Rome. Meninius and Cominius, and advisor and a general, respectively, are two who tried to keep from having Coriolanus banished. Brutus and Sicinius are two politicians who whipped up the crowds to get Coriolanus banished. The four are here talking about ‘what now?’

Meninius has just said,

        We are all undone, unless

        The noble man have mercy.

Obviously, the noble man to whom he refers is Coriolanus. Today’s Totally Random lines are Cominius’s reply to Meninius. 'Who shall ask for his mercy?', he is saying. The tribunes Cominius refers to are the politicians. 

I am just flabbergasted every time I read this play at how accurately Will describes the useless politicians and the fickle, ignorant, and easily led crowds. I suppose this is not entirely apparent from today’s lines. However, I listened to the whole of scene six this morning, and I can tell you that Brutus and Sicicnius are the picture of useless politicians whipping up ignorant crowds and then dodging all responsibility when things go sour. You would think Will was writing this about our twenty-first century world. 

Flabbergasted.


Today's twenty-first century world, outside my window. 
Flabbergasted.


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