That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,

His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!  

-Constance

King John               Act III, Scene i, Line 315

Whilst this line looks a little bit convoluted and hard to understand when taken by itself, let’s put it in context and see if it doesn’t make a bit more sense.

In this scene we have pretty much all the principles including the kings of England and France and also the Dauphin, the son of the king of France. The two women present are Blanch (king John’s niece who’s just been married off to the Dauphin as part of a political deal), and Constance (King John’s sister-in-law, a widow, and mother to a prospective heir to the throne of England). Everyone was getting along until John decides to defy the Pope, at which point he gets excommunicated. So now all the French are ready to storm out and get ready to go back to war against the English. That means that Blanch’s new husband (a Frenchie) will be fighting on the other side; not a pleasant prospect for her. Constance, on the other hand, is pretty sure that her son is going to get screwed out of his rightful title to the throne, and she doesn’t really care who kills who. Blanch gives a ten-line plea to her husband not to go to war. Constance tells him to do what he needs to do (go to war). Blanch responds with the question

Now shall I see my love: what motive may

Be stronger with thee than the name of wife?

In other words, what motive for going to war can be greater than your own wife’s plea not to. And Constance answers

That which upholdeth him that thee upholds,

His honour: O, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour!  

Honour. Constance says that his honour must compel him to go to war irrespective of his wife’s wishes. In fact, she manages to use the word  honour three times in one line, just to be sure that no one misses it. I guess it's an important word, or concept. By the way, the Dauphin’s first name is Lewis. I guess Constance and he are on a first name basis. Don’t ask me why.

Anyway, I think a lot of us nowadays might be better served by being upheld by our honour. Actually, all of us would.

Okay, I know that I said that I would post every day with, or without a pic, and then I didn't post yesterday and now I'm posting today with a silly pic. Well, old habits die hard. 

Anyway, this is my pants label. I'm trying to find these pants because I want another pair or two. And when I get them I can assure they will not be upheld with honour. they will be upheld with my belt. That's a pretty bad dad joke, huh? Sorry.

 

By the white hand of my lady, he’s a gallant prince.

-Duke of Orleans

King Henry the Fifth              Act III, Scene i, Line 3

 

My initial reaction to this line was that it’s basically meaningless, overconfident prattle. It’s the French leaders talking on the eve of the Battle of Angicourt, and of course we know that they are going to have their butts kicked by the Brits at that battle. So, yeah, meaningless, overconfident prattle.

 

Sidebar (and speaking of meaningless): It was my idea from the beginning of this blog that it needed to have a picture included in the posts because no one would look at it unless it had a picture. Well, after more than five years of posting almost six hundred posts I’ve come to a couple conclusions. One is that almost no one looks at this post, so that whether or not the posts have pictures appears to be meaningless. Second is that the hardest part about creating posts is finding a pic for the post, so that if I didn’t include a pic I could post a whole lot more.

Now, those two conclusions might appear to be at odds with each other. You might say, ‘Well Pete, if practically no one is reading the post, then why should you care about increasing the number of posts?’ That’s a good question. That’s a really good question. I think the answer is twofold. For one thing, the number one person I’m trying to satisfy by posting is me. Me, myself, and I. So, if I like posting, then by posting more, well I’ll be making my number one writer/reader happy. And what’s more important than that. And B, I started this out as a Daily posting exercise. So I’d like to get back to that. And I still can’t but help to think that if I ever do get around to working on cultivating an audience, the fact that it’s daily will be helpful.

 

Ergo and henceforth, I’m going to try to go back to daily for a while. If I can come up with a pic or two along that well I’ll be sure to include them, but at the risk of those pics being meaningless I won’t limit myself to requiring them for my posts.

Comments?

And after all that meaningless prattle, what do I do? That's right, I include a picture. I don't know what's wrong with me, so don't ask. In any event, this is the new pair of shoes I bought yesterday. I guess I could say that I wanted to look like a 'gallant prince' to make the pic relevant to today's line, but that'd be a bit of a stretch, wouldn't it? Oh well.

 

 

Nay, I would have you go before me thither.

-Queen Elinor

King John                       Act I, Scene i, Line 155

 

Well now you just gotta like that word thither. It’s in the modern dictionary (albeit noted as archaic) with the same meaning being used here: to or toward that place. And if it’s in the modern dictionary, well then, it’s fair game. Use it at will. So no matter where you go today, as you head thither, be sure to use this word whenever possible. 

Now here's a perfect example of using the word thither. I was at a used bookstore with my two associates and young Walker has just said to his mom, "I saw this exact volume in the library the last time I went thither." The look on her face says it all. 'Thither? Is this young fellow using the word thither. What on earth...' That's the look you need to go for in someone by using the word thither. Good luck.

 

Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers

Dew-lapp’s like bulls, whose throats had hanging at ‘em

Wallets of flesh? Or that there were such men

Whose heads stood in their breasts? Which now we find

Each putter-out of five for one will bring us

Good warrant of.

-Gonzalo

The Tempest      Act III, Scene iii, Line 43

 

Good old Gonzalo. Ooof. What the heck is he talking about, eh? Ok, well for starters this group of guys just saw

         …several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet. They dance about it with gentle actions of salutation, and , inviting the King, etc., to eat, they depart.

 That’s the stage direction for what they just saw, and now they’re all rubbing their eyes whilst Gonzalo is saying, ‘No worries, there are stranger things out there,’ and he goes on to describe some pretty strange things. The guys go back and forth a bit trying to decide whether or not the food is safe to eat. No matter, before they can decide it disappears as fast as it showed up.

I dunno, if you were stranded on a desert island with no food or drink and the banquet mentioned above showed up, would you eat it?

How about this feast? Would you eat this if it showed up? I know, it doesn't look like much, but those are fresh made churros with chocolate sauce - best you'll ever have! 

Yummy!

 

 

 

The Dauphin crowned king! All fly to him!

-Duke of Exeter

King Henry the Sixth Part I      Act I, Scene i, Line 97

 

The Duke seems pretty alarmed, doesn’t he? Exclamation points at the end of everything he says. And who's the Dauphin? Okay, I’ll tell you. The Dauphin is the name for the prince of France who’s next in line to be king, usually the king’s son. Why Dauphin? I don’t know. I guess you could ask the Google. 

Okay, here’s the answer, or at least as much as I could get from a five minute cruise down Wikipedia lane: The heirs to the throne of France were given title to the county of Viennois, sort of like the heir to the English throne is always the Prince of Wales. That county was at one point ruled by a guy who’s nickname was Dauphin (which is French for dolphin), and so that nickname passed to the place, and then on to the Prince of France and it stuck. Now, exactly how that original guy got the nickname of Dolphin/Dauphin is unclear. It seems a fairly unlikely nickname for a guy in France if you ask me. Anyway, if you’d like to do some research on it, be my guest.

And here's the Dauphin ready to go look for some dolphins. Well, not exactly. If I were King of France, he would be the Dauphin. And there weren't actually any dolphins around when these two jumped off the boat. But if there were, and if I were King of France, well.... you get the picture.

 

 

The more my fault

To scape his hands where I was like to die.

- Marina

Pericles                    Act IV, Scene ii, Line 74

This is a Marina’s response to the pimp, a woman, who has just said to Marina you have come into my hands where you are going to live well. Marina’s response is basically I’d be better off dead, which is a pretty strong statement. I would guess, though I obviously don’t know from experience, that there are many people in the world who are in this type of situation who may feel the same way. I count myself blessed that I’m not one of them.

Here's a pic taken in Ushuaia, Argentina. There's an old prison there, no longer in use, where they used to send people. It's pretty much at the end of the world. If you look at it on a map you'll see what I mean, and you might agree with me that some of those prisoners might have said 'I'd be better off dead.'

 

 

But Mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves: her husband has a marvelous infection to the little page; and, truly, Master Page is an honest man.

 

-Mistress Quickly

The Merry Wives of Windsor         Act II, Scene ii, Line 114

 

I thought, when first reading this, that Mistress Quickly was talking about something that Falstaff wrote when she mentions the little page; but it becomes apparent that she’s talking about Falstaff’s little assistant/page named Robin. And of all loves is just a figure of speech meaning beyond everything else. It’s got nothing to do with actual, specific loves of anyone. The full passage certainly makes it sound like Mister Page has a thing for boys, but I don’t think that’s what the deal here is. I guess you’d have to see/read the whole play to find out. Anyway, I can’t very well tell you exactly what’s going on here as I’m not quite sure who’s doing what at this point in the play (I’ve never read or seen the whole thing). 

This play is a farce where everyone’s got their own agenda, and I’m not sure what Mistress Quickly’s is. Perhaps some day I’ll go beyond random lines and read or see the whole thing. I certainly hope to. It looks like it could be a pretty good tale if done well. So much to read and see; so little time (especially when you sleep ‘til ten on your day off!).

Here's a picture of me and my little page. Actually, this is an old pic, and that little page is quite a bit bigger than that now. And he probably doesn't consider himself my page either. But other than that...well, it's the best I could do for a pic today. I'll try to do better tomorrow, when I most certainly won't be sleeping in 'til ten.