All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;

Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:

Thine eye Jove’s lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder,

Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.

Narrator

The Passionate Pilgrim                                 Stanza 5              Line 68

The Passionate Pilgrim. We’ve made it so very close to the end of the compilation. This is page 1,248 out of a possible 1,252 pages. And this back section of the compilation is devoted to Will’s non-play materials. This particular selection? It’s something called The Passionate Pilgrim and it’s a work that’s comprised of a bunch of miscellaneous stuff. A bunch of the pieces of poetry included in this work are assumed to have not been written by Will. Yes, that’s right. And so with Today’s Totally Random line I cheated a little bit.  I went Totally Random on the page, but I limited my pick on the page to the stuff that’s pretty much assumed to actually be Will’s. And the sonnet I took this from is one of those. Based on the content, I have to agree. But what about today’s lines?

Well one advantage to reading a sonnet as opposed to a play is that you really don’t have to worry about figuring out what’s going on in the play. The sonnet is a pretty much stand alone piece that’s only fourteen lines long. And this one? Ummm...

Sweet Baby James, Fire and Rain? No, I guess not, but I can’t help but think of that when I read that last line. And what about sweet fire? And what about this woman he's talking about? Her eyes like lightning and her voice like thunder? But when it's not being angry it's like music and sweet fire? What's sweet fire?

Okay, maybe the stuff from the plays is easier.

Fire and Rain? Sweet Baby James? Sweet Fire? No?

Her eyes like marigolds had sheathed their light,

And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,     

Till they might open to adorn the day.

Narrator

 Lucrece                                      Stanza 57            Line 402

Right to the end of the book we go today, and the poem Lucrece. This is our second visit to this pretty dark poem. Here’s the first post if you want to read it for a little background.

Keeping in mind that the other title for this poem is The Rape Of Lucrece, we know what this poem is about. And the stanza that we take today’s line from is a section, about a half dozen or so stanzas, that describe Lucrece as she lies asleep in bed. Now that could be a nice scene if it were not for the fact that what is being described is what the rapist is seeing and this is just about to turn into a rape scene. So that’s a bit disturbing.

But it almost seems like Will wants to make you forget that context and just concentrate on the beauty of Lucrece. And he uses a lot of nature references here to do that. A few lines earlier he was talking about her pure white hand on the green blanket, comparing it to a daisy in the grass. And in today's Totally Random line we're talking about marigolds. Lots of flower references, eh? It’s a pretty interesting section.

Her eyes are not just closed, they are ‘canopied in darkness’. And when they open they won’t just be open, they will ‘adorn the day’. My goodness Will’s wordplay is, is… well it’s beyond my ability to describe his wordplay. Or perhaps wordwork. Or maybe wordArt. Yes, wordArt, that’s what it is. Okay, that's right, Microsoft’s got that one and uses it for their artsy font stuff. So, oh well.

In any event, today’s line, albeit a prelude to a rape, has some absolutely beautiful language. And I think we could take this into a discussion which has the potential of going in a few different directions; perhaps a contrast of the beauty of this section of the poem with the uglilness of rape? But I’ll leave that up to you. Read it, share it, discuss it.

Here's one more flower; not a marigold or a daisy. In fact, I have no idea whatsoever what kind of flower this is. Anybody?

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.

Earl of Warwick

King Henry The Sixth Part III                                       Act V, scene ii    Line 15

Warwick is, of course, talking about dying. And he is dying. He’s lying on the battlefield and he’ll be speaking his last words a few lines down. In today’s Totally Random passage he’s comparing himself to a cedar tree. I don’t know about you, but it seems to me he’s painting a pretty noble picture of himself. And why cedar? There must be a reason that Will picked the cedar. Just because it fit into the Iambic pentameter scheme (it does). But there must have been other choices. Maple? That would work. Oak, birch, those don’t work with the meter. But anyway.

I’m pretty sure that the princely eagle and the ramping lion refer to someone in this play, but I’m also pretty sure I don’t know who. And he’s saying he was taller than Jove’s spreading tree? That’s going out on a limb, if you’ll excuse the pun. And he protected the low shrubs from the powerful wind. I’m guessing the powerful wind and the low shrubs refer to someone or something. Again, dunno what. I’ll look it up and see if I can find anything on this. In the meantime, it’s all very nice sounding, don’t you think?

Well I tried to find a picture of the cedar tree in the front yard of the house I grew up in, but no luck. So I give you this pic of a sequoia. Now if Warwick really wanted to compare himself to something, he should have gone for this, not some scraggly cedar. Of course, they didn't have sequoias in England back then, and they still don't. But just the same, this is a real tree. 

Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,

A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave

Edward and York; then haply she will weep:

Therefore present to her--as sometime Margaret

Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,--

A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain

The purple sap from her sweet brother's body

And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith.

If this inducement force her not to love,

Send her a story of thy noble acts;

Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence, Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake, Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

Queen Elizabeth

King Richard The Third                            Act IV, scene iv Line 280

Okay, I know I really did it to you this time. Yup, that’s right, I gave you a big old honker of a read here. The actual Totally Random line of the day is just the very last part of this, but I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn't break this little speech apart.

This is Elizabeth’s answer to Richard III when he asks her how to go about winning her daughter's heart. She’s talking about all sorts of stuff about that Richard’s done: killed her sons, killed his brother. Of course she’s being facetious and sarcastic. His reply: you mock me ma’am . to which she answers, there is no other way, ‘unless thou couldst put on some other shape And not be Richard that hath done all this.’

And not be Richard. So the answer to his question of how to woo her daughter is either for him to be completely honest with the daughter as to what he is, or for him not to be Richard III. Kind of hard to do that. He is who he is. Right? Which way will he go? Probably neither. Probably a dastardly Richard III way.

 Send her the bleeding-hearts engraved with the names Edward and York; ‘then haply she will weep.’

Give her a handkerchief purple with her brother's blood; ‘And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith’.

If you stop and think about it, Will really comes up with some pretty twisted stuff. I mean, sometimes I really question the sanity of this guy. Not that he wasn’t genius, because very obviously he was. But the stuff this guy thinks of, while it is genius, is just so far removed from normal. And this is one case. Richard’s asking the mother what he needs to do to woo the daughter, and the answer he gets is… Wow.

So I was reading the line 'madest away her Uncle Clarence' and it reminded me of the time this crew here madest away our Uncle Harry. Yeah, the poor guy drove up from Philly to visit his sister (my mom) and the six of us ganged up on him and straight out drove him out of the house. He couldn't take it. Well little Richard the Thirds we weren't, but I guess we weren't all that pleasant to be around either. I guess we've all got just a little bit of Richard the Third in us, no matter how innocent we look.

Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature

Thrice-famed, beyond all erudition:

Ulysses

Troilus and Cressida                                       Act II, scene iii   Line 169

Bottom line: I have no idea what this line is about. And I don’t know what to do with it. I know a little about The Iliad, upon which this part of the story is based, but I do not know this play.

So I tried listening to this scene just now and I fell asleep before I got to today’s Totally Random line. OH boy, now what do I do. Well, I can tell you that erudition refers to intelligence. Does that help? Probably not.

Famed be your teacher, and your parts of nature should be triple framed, beyond all intelligence. Okay, but what’s his parts of nature? What’s that mean? Wow, I’m lost on this one.

Okay, so this is a section of one shelf of my bookcases. You can see the Iliad there (which I haven't worked my way through yet, though I have read The Odyssey next to it), and that black book eleven books over to the right is Latin and Greek Etymology, which is the textbook from the course of that name that I took in 1976. The shelf right above this shelf is my Will shelf. But none of this is helping me today. Of today's Totally Random line I can say: I haven't enough erudition, and I'm stuck.

I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

Ophelia

 

Hamlet                                 Act I, scene iii     Line 104

Here we have Ophelia. Another tragic figure in Will’s long, long list of tragic figures. She’s talking to her father, Polonius. It’s early on in the play, and she’s explaining to him that she’s not sure what to make of Hamlet’s ‘tenders of affection’ that he has made to her. Of course Polonius tells her what any good father would tell her, to stay the heck away from Hamlet, he’s nuts. And from what we’ve seen of Hamlet so far I think it might be good advice.

Irrespective of her father’s advice though, I think it’s easy to see that Ophelia’s comment is indicative of the major theme of Hamlet, and that is indecision. At least I think that’s what the major theme is. But I can’t say that I’m absolutely sure about that.

Now that I think about it, I have to admit that without the ‘my lord’ part in the middle of today’s Totally Random line a person like me could use this line constantly. ‘I do not know what I should think.’ In fact, this is my response to about half of what I see, hear, and experience on a daily basis. Or maybe it’s more than half, maybe it’s eighty percent. Or maybe it’s ten percent. Maybe it’s ninety percent. I surely don’t know. In fact, I do not know what I should think.

Confusion. Or is it indecision?

Till Noon! Till night, my lord; and all night too.

Regan

 King Lear                                     Act II, scene ii    Line 136

Well I've been having a bit of a hard time keeping up with the daily posts. I'm going to try to make a point of doing better going forward. In the meantime...

This is a line from lovely Regan, one of the two horrible daughters of Lear. It just occurred to me that there’s the two evil daughters and the one good daughter, just like in Cinderella with the two evil step-sisters. But I guess that’s just coincidence.

Anyway, yes, this is Regan and she's talking about Lear’s man, Kent. Lord Cornwall (who, if I’m not mistaken, is Regan’s husband) has just put Kent in the stocks and said that he’s going to stay there until noon. To which Regan replies, ‘Noon schmatz! Leave him there all night!’ This is the same woman who gouges out Gloucester's eyes later in the play and then says 'Let him smell his way to Dover!' No, honest, she actually says that. So today's line is just a little bit of a warm-up for this lady. She is such a sweetheart! Gloucester is in this scene too, and he tries to say something about showing some restraint, but that’s not gonna happen here. Poor Gloucester is constantly trying to do good, and all he gets for his troubles is to be blind and smelling his way to Dover. Well, it is a tragedy, isn’t it?

I had a drawing commissioned for this post. I really like it when someone else does a drawing for something you're writing about because it's always a bit different than anything that you would have pictured yourself, and it's neat to see a different perspective. I especially like the use of purple here. And Regan looks quite a bit younger than I would have pictured her.