Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

Be not acknown on’t; I have use for it.

Go, leave me.

 

-Iago

Othello                            Act III, Scene iii, Line 319

 

Now, knowing what we know about this play, what do you suppose is the it that Iago is referring to as he talks to Emelia here? Well? Of course: it’s that stupid handkerchief! Yes, that’s right, the hanky that Othello originally gave to Desdemona, and the hanky that Iago is going to get into the hands of Michael Cassio in order to prove to Othello that his wife is having an affair. Yes, that hanky!

Jeez, how did you not know that?

Here's a pic of what has pretty much replaced hankies in today's world. But it would be pretty hard to imagine Othello giving a special box of kleenex to Desdemona. And can you imagine that scene yet to come, where Othello keeps repeating The handkerchief! I think it would lose a little cache if he were yelling The box of kleenex damnit, the box of kleenex! It's just not the same.

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

 

Here’s Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

 

-Julius Caesar

 Julius Caesar                      Act II, Scene ii, Line 56

 

Tell what to whom? Tell the senate that I’m not coming today. Decius Brutus will tell the senate that Caesar is staying home today. But why? Because his wife says so. Well, not exactly, but sort of. Calpurnia’s had all sorts of bad dreams about Caesar meeting his end today. And now the priests are also advising Caesar to stay home. And so, he’s decided that is what he will do: stay home.

But wait! Decius Brutus has other ideas and convinces Caesar to go. Well, I guess this is one time that Caesar should have listened to his wife. Ain’t that a real boot in the shorts.

Okay then, here's my Calpurnia, and my young associate's mother. Do we always listen to her? Well, I pretty much do. Do we always do what she says? Actually, on vacation, like here, we usually do, because she does all the planning and she's a pretty good planner. At home, on a day-to-day basis, do we do what she tells us to do? Um....let's just say, not always. Et tu Brute?

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

  

His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have often been bound for no less than my life.

-Philario

Cymbeline                       Act I, Scene iv, Line 25

 

Okay, there’s a bunch of guys here, and they’re talking about Posthumus, who’s not there. The scene setting is

Rome.      PHILARIO’S house.

Enter   PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a  FRENCHMAN, a  DUTCHMAN, and a  SPANIARD.

Sort of sounds like the setup for an old joke. You know, the kind of joke you could tell before you had to worry that someone was going to be offended. Oh, I know – this woke thing has its place, and we should be worrying about how people feel. It does seem to me, though, that there has to be a way to find a better balance between caring about people and, well, caring about people so much that whatever we say has to take into the accounts the feeling of every human on earth. Wait, does that make sense? I don’t know. I just know it’s complicated. Something to think about, I guess.

So I’m not sure how I got on to that subject when I started with His father and I were soldiers… Oh well, moving on to the day.

I'm not sure what exactly my day is today, so no pic for now. Sorry

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

Y’are welcome, gentlemen.

 

-Countess

All’s Well That Ends Well              Act III, Scene ii, Line 93

 

Will loves his contractions, doesn’t he? As soon as I read this one, I immediately thought of Y’all are welcome. That there would be a Tennessee Y’are welcome. But today’s line is not a Tennessee welcome, it’s just Will combining you and are into y’are. I guess it’s for the metric flow? Whilst it’s not five feet, it is iambic, which it wouldn’t be with You are welcome gentlemen. Right?

Perhaps I’ll see if I can’t use y’are sometime today. I’ll let y’all know how I make out.

 

 Nah, no pic today. Sorry y'all, but I hope y'are not too disappointed.

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

 

 I’the mire.

-Earl of Kent

King Lear                         Act II, Scene ii, Line 4

 

This is Kent’s answer to Oswald’s question Where may we set our horses? Obviously, it’s not a very gracious reply. No, not at all. This begins Kent’s tirade against Oswald. He has reason for it, though Oswald is completely unaware of what that reason is or even who Kent is. But I’ll tell you who he is.

Kent, who is the most loyal follower of Lear, was with the King a few scenes back when Oswald disrespected Lear. Kent came to Lear’s side and gave Oswald a smack and sent him on his way. However, in the scene we’re looking at today Oswald does not remember or recognize Kent, and he has no idea why Kent is verbally abusing him; and Kent’s just getting warmed up. A few lines further on he goes into an unbroken eleven line slamfest of Oswald. The latter gives him an opening when he asks What dost thou know me for? And Kent lets loose

        A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave;

And it goes on and on – lily-livered…son and heir of a mongrel bitch… You get the idea. It’s a really good rant, but I’m not going to type the whole thing out here. Instead, I’ll make it easier on me and you, and give you a more current, clearly Shakespearean inspired version of Kent's rave.

 (186) Clark Griswold's Holiday Rant - YouTube

 

 

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

  

Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.

 -Rosalind

 As You Like It                         Act III, Scene ii, Line 172

 

This section of the scene began with Celia coming in reading from a piece of paper that she found on a tree. The poem she's reading is twenty-eight lines long; more lines than I feel like typing or than you feel like reading. It appears, though, that they’re talking here about feet in a line of poetry. Take a look at the lines preceding.

         Cel-        Didst thou hear these verses?

Ros-         O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.

Cel-         That’s no matter: the feet might bear the verses.

Ros-         Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.

Got any thoughts on the discussion of the feet in the verse?

Now I’m not quite sure that you can weigh in on what they’re saying without looking at the verses that they’re talking about. Did you want me to type out the twenty-eight lines?

I didn’t think so.

Not sure you can see it., but I'm wearing the cyber-boot here because I had a lame foot. Well, it was actually the ankle. But you get the idea.

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

  

I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised my shin th’ other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes, and , by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? Be there bears i’ the town?

 

-Master Slender

 

The Merry Wives of Windsor                  Act I, Scene i, Line 273

 

Act I, scene i. I was able to take my time and listen to the whole scene this morning, since it is Sunday. So that's nice.

Justice Shallow, his cousin Master Slender, and Sir Hugh Evans have been discussing the viability of Anne Page as a wife for Master Slender. Now, a bit later in the scene, Slender finds himself alone with Anne outside her father’s house. She’s trying to get Slender to come in and join them all for dinner. Slender is nervous about trying to impress Anne and basically talks nonsense in his nervousness.

 Anne says, I pray you sir, walk in, trying to get Slender to come in to the house. Today’s Totally Random Line is his reply. For clarification, a master of fence is a master swordsman, and a veney is a bout. Basically, he’s telling Anne that he hurt himself fencing with a master swordsman, and that he bested the master swordsman winning a dish of stewed prunes. Now, apparently after eating the prunes, he doesn’t like the smell of meat. Then he quickly changes the topic to barking dogs and bears.

Quite the Don Juan, this fellow. Eh?

And here's a pic of me in my prime. You can tell just by looking how smooth this guy must have been. No talk of stewed prunes for him. No siree, it was pure creamed onions banter all the way.