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Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Take Hereford’s rights away, and take from Time,

His charters and his customary rights;

 

Duke of York

King Richard the Second  Act II Scene i, Line 96

The Duke of York is King Richard’s uncle, and the last living son of Edward III. King Richard is the grandson of Edward III. John of Gaunt (another of Richard’s uncle, and the brother of the Duke of York) has just died and King Richard has confiscated all of John’s estate. John of Gaunt has a son, Harry Hereford, who is the rightful recipient of John’s estate.

In Today’s Lines, the Duke of York is telling King Richard that he is making a mistake by confiscating the estate that rightfully belongs to Harry Hereford.

Got that? Okay, now try this on for size.

 

Methinks I am a prophet new-inspired,

And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:

His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;

He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;

With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,

This home of greatest men, this blessed land,

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-Paradise;

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war;

This happy breed of men, this little world;

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands;

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this USA,

This nurse, this teeming womb of greatest men,

Feared by their breed, and famous by their birth,

Renowned for their deeds as far from home,-

For Christian service and true chivalry,-

As in the sepulchre, in stubborn Jewry,

Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son;-

This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,

Dear for her reputation through the world,

Is now leased out-I die pronouncing it-

Like to a tenement or pelting farm:

America, bound in with the triumphant sea,

Whose rocky shores beat back the envious siege

Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,

With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:

That America, that was wont to conquer others,

Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,

How happy then were my ensuing death!

 

Okay, this is a speech that John of Gaunt makes earlier in this scene. Of course, he’s talking about his nephew, King Richard and England. It’s a very famous speech in which I made five changes, highlighted in yellow: twice I changed kings to greatest men, and three times I changed England to America or USA.

Now, is there any question as to who the him in the second line refers? I doubt it. Even if you wear a red baseball cap and resent the implied sentiment, you still know who I’m talking about.

So, tell me that Will’s words are not relevant in the twenty-first century! My goodness, they resonate perfectly! 

Or should I say, Marry, methinks they resonate perfectly!

Mr. Blagys, Mr. Blagys, she's not gonna like this post!

It's okay, Mojo. It's okay; she'll understand.

Ooohhh, I'm not so sure about that.