Mojo, The Bard, & Me

 

Your honour’s players, hearing your amendment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy;

 

-Servant

The Taming Of The Shrew              Induction, Scene ii, Line 130

 

We shall ne’er be younger.

That right there is not today’s line, it’s the last line of the scene, and it reflects the way I often feel these days. I liked the line, so there it is.

Anyway, this is Scene Two of the Induction, and today’s lines are, I suppose, as much for the audience in the theater as they are for Christopher Sly, the character that the servant is addressing. Yes, the word for this ‘Pre-Act I’ is Induction. If you’re thinking “Why aren’t they using the word Introduction?” well, you’re probably not alone; that’s a good question.

Regardless, what to say about this line? 

Well, the sun is poking thru to the front lawn right now, through the trees on the eastern hill across the street. It’s leaving a patch of a sunbeam just the other side of the river birch. If Nutsy were out on the front lawn (which she never is), she would probably find that patch of a sunbeam to sit in.

And that’s what I’m thinking about right now, which has absolutely nothing to do with this line from the induction of The Taming Of The Shrew.

Oh well. That kind of off topic thinking happens. Doesn't it.

Here's the view I'm talking about, from the chair where I sit most mornings. But this picture was taken on a different day, so that there's no sunbeam to be seen here. That's the river birch in the middle of the picture, to the right of the mailbox. The back of that house across the street faces due east. 

And that's all I've got to say about that.