Mojo, The Bard, & Me

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Thou (Cloten) bidds’t me to my loss: for, true to thee

Were to prove false, which I will never be,

To him (Posthumus) that is most true.—To Milford go,

And find not her (Imogen) whom thou pursuest.—Flow, flow,

You heavenly blessings, on her!—This fool’s (Cloten’s) speed

Be crost with slowness; labour be his meed!(Reward)

                                                                                     [Exit]

 

Pisanio

Cymbeline                   Act III, Scene iv, Line 159               

This is, admittedly, a little bit confusing. I’ve tried to clarify it a little bit by adding names after a bunch of the pronouns so that you know who Pisanio is referring to. Of course, this assumes you know who Cloten, Imogen, and Posthumus are and have some sense of what’s going on at this point in the play, and you probably don’t know either. Do you? In fact, you’re not even paying attention to any of this, are you?

 

What is she doing over there? Is she getting me a treat? I think she might be getting me a treat.