Today’s Totally Random
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I would his troubles likewise were expired,
That so he might recover what is lost.
Edmund Mortimer
King Henry the Sixth, Part I Act II, Scene v, Line 31
Need more coffee. Feel a little like old Edmund Mortimer right now. He starts this act, addressing his jailers, talking about himself and how old he is. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. And then he goes on for the next fourteen lines describing how decrepit he is: grey locks, the pursuivants of death…weak shoulders…pithless arms…etc, etc. Honestly though, manys a morning before I get properly caffienated I feel like old Edmund. This morning being one of those mornings. Pursuivant is listed in MW as archaic and meaning follower or attendant. Grey hair, the attendants of death. Fie on that!
2 comments:
He sounds a little too fixated on the negative if you ask me!
He does. He's pretty old.
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