Charges
she moe than me?
Moe?
No, really, Moe?
The
king is almost wounded to the death;
And,
in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince
Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill’d
by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
And
Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
And
Harry Monmouth’s brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Is
prisoner to your son:
-Lord Bardolph
King Henry the Fourth Part II Act I, Scene i, Line 18
Okay, today we have the
eighteenth line of the play…sort of. This play has a forty line Induction (prologue)
given by Rumour. I should tell you that Rumour comes out in the Induction and
tells the audience what he’s all about and that he’s going to play a part by
having untrue reports being spread. And that’s exactly what we’re seeing in
today’s Totally Random line.
Bardolph is reporting to
Northumberland how the battle has gone. Northumberland, Hotspur’s father, is on
the side of the rebellion against the king, so that all the news appears to be
very good indeed…except it’s not. It’s not good, because it’s not true. It
becomes apparent that Bardolph was not at the battle and is giving a second, or
perhaps third or fourth, hand account. In other words, his account is based on
rumour; false rumour. Very shortly Morton is going to show up. Morton was
actually at the battle and informs Northumberland that his son, Hotspur, has
fallen, and the battle was lost.
See, you can’t trust Rumour.
He can be a real bugger at times.
Has
he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
-Menenius
Okay, in this context Aufidius is a foe in battle. Knowing that, it is easy to construe that the intended meaning of the word disciplined in this sentence is beat or defeated. Not knowing that, and not having any sense of what’s going on, you might assume that Menenius is asking whether or not Coriolanus made Aufidius sit in the corner of the classroom with a dunce cap on. But if you were attending this play, and you’d paid attention up to this point in Act Two, you should certainly have a sense of what’s going on. If you don’t know what going on at this point, perhaps it’s you who should be sitting in the corner wearing the dunce cap.
O, what, am I
A
mother to the birth of three? N’er mother
Rejoiced
deliverance more.- Blest pray you be,
That,
after this strange starting from your orbs,
You
may reign in them now!- O Imogen,
Thou
has lost by this a kingdom.
-Cymbeline
We
thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
As
well appeareth by the cause you come;
Namely,
to appeal each other of high treason.
-Richard
There’s not really much of a sincere thank you going on here. I really dislike getting a thank you where there's really no thanks involved.
Say
there be;
Yet
nature is made better by no mean
But
nature makes that mean: so, over that art,
Which
you say adds to nature, is an art
That
nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A
gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And
make conceive a bark of baser kind
By
bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which
does mend nature, change it rather, but
The
art itself is nature.
-Polixenes
The Winter’s Tale Act IV,
Scene iii, Line 93
Whilst it may sound a little
bit like doubletalk (and perhaps be a little hard to understand), Polixenes is talking about plants and about grafting to
crossbreed plants. But of course, the reference goes beyond the plants and has
relevance to the fact that the sweet maid being spoken to by Polixenes appears
to be a shepherd’s daughter when in fact she is a King’s daughter. No crossbreeding needed there.
You
have among you many a purchased slave,
Which,
like your asses and your dogs and mules,
You
use in abject and in slavish parts,
Because
you bought them:
Ahhh, The Merchant of Venice.
It’s a very complicated play. Or perhaps it’s extremely simple. That’s the
thing; it’s really hard to figure out.
In any event, this is the
courtroom scene. We’re just getting started and the Duke (essentially the
Judge) is trying to talk Shylock out of going through with the pound of flesh
thing. He’s asked him to show a little mercy and then says How shalt thou
hope for mercy, rendering none? To which Shylock replies
What judgement shall I dread, doing no wrong?
You
have among you many a purchased slave,
Which,
like your asses and your dogs and mules,
You
use in abject and in slavish parts,
Because
you bought them: shall I say to you,
Let
them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Why
sweat they under burdens? Let their beds
Be
made as soft as yours, and let their palates
Be
season’d with such viands? You will answer:
‘The
slaves are ours:’ so do I answer you:
The
pound of flesh which I demand of him,
Is
dearly bought; ‘tis mine and I will have it.
If
you deny me, fie upon your law!
There
is no force in the decrees of Venice.
I
stand for judgement: answer; shall I have it?
So, bottom line, Shylock wants his pound of flesh. Period. End of story. It’s an interesting little speech, and this scene will go on. And we could spend the rest of the day and more discussing this scene, and this play. But not today.
Now I would say that this is
one of the most famous court room scenes in the history of drama. Off the top
of my head two other real good ones that come to my mind are Gregory Peck as
Atticus Finch in To Kill A Mockingbird, and Jack Nicholson as Colonel
Jessup in A Few Good Men. How about you? Can you think of a really good
courtroom scene?
I’ve had two real-life court experiences (that I can think of), neither of them particularly dramatic. One of them had to do with this house. It was a two-family that I owned and the tenants on the first floor screwed me out of a bunch of rent. I took them to small claims court and won the judgement, but the court didn’t do anything to help me collect the back rent. I’m not sure what, if any, relevance that has. On the other hand, do my pictures ever have much relevance?
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