Sunday, July 16, 2023

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell.

 

Cardinal Wolsey

King Henry the Eighth          Act III, Scene ii, Line 459



Good sir, have patience. That’s the preceding line by Cromwell that the Cardinal is responding to. He’s had patience, he says, but apparently he’s out of hope.

Okay, I listened to the latter part of this scene. As you can see by the line number, it’s not a very short scene. The first part of the scene is the king losing favour with Wolsey and the realization by Wolsey and everyone else that his days in the court are numbered. Then he’s left alone to muse about his downfall until his protégé Cromwell shows up. The scene ends with these two talking and the Cardinal pretty much saying goodbye to Cromwell. Today’s Totally Random Line is the rhyming couplet that is the end of this long scene.

Question: why didn't he use heav'n in that last line to take out a syllable and make it a perfect line of iambic pentameter? Yup, there I go again, questioning the art of Will. Atta boy, Pete. Atta boy.


I'm pretty sure I've used my Henry the Eighth pencil for a pic previously, but I couldn't think of anything better for today, so here you go.



2 comments:

Squeaks said...

There's scarcely a difference between "heaven" and "heav'n". You're basically saying the same amount of syllables.

Pete Blagys said...

Since you take out the second vowel sound, you're able to slur it into one long syllable.
Imagine that you start with the word hen (chicken). Then you sneak a v in there, hevn. What have you got? not hev-en. You've got one slurpy syllable, with two consonants jammed up against each other. Almost like the name dan and the word darn. Both are one syllable words, though darn is admittedly a much cleaner word than hevn. The name Darren (like heaven) on the other hand, is two syllables.
Makes sense? A li'l bit? (get it: li'l, not little. Hah!)

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