Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

As one relying on your lordships’s will,

And not depending on his friendly wish.

 

Proteus

Two Gentlemen of Verona             Act I, Scene iii, Line 61

 

Okay, first context (not that I knew it; I had to read it on my Shakepseare App): Proteus’s father asks him what’s in the letter he’s reading. Proteus answers that it’s from his buddy Valentine who wishes that Proteus would join him at the emperor’s court. And Proteus’s father asks the lad what he thinks about Valentine’s wish.
Proteus’s answer is Today’s Totally Random Line: he will do what his father wants, not what his friend wishes.

Interesting. He will do what his father wants. Well first off, he’s lying to his father because the letter is actually from Proteus’s girlfriend, but he doesn’t want his dad to know he’s reading a love letter. So in that respect, he’s already doing what he thinks his dad won’t approve of. Secondly, he has no desire to go to the emperor’s court because that would take him away from his girlfriend. Thirdly, he’s gonna do what his father wants him to do? What world is this?

You know, kids marching to their own drum, and not the tune that their parents want them to march to, has got to be as old as time itself. So, I’ve got to believe that there were people in the audience in 1590 who would have a good scoff at this line, if not an outright laugh. And of course, the line could be delivered with a number of different tones and emphases (that’s the plural of emphasis; I had to look it up) to add to the effectiveness of the line. But I digress.

Perhaps Proteus should have just been up front with his dad? And by the way, forget about being careful what you wish for, Proteus needs to be careful what his friend wishes for. Or, more precisely, he needs to be careful what he tells his father that his friend wishes for. Well now, that’s a bit convoluted, isn’t it.

My newest Blackwing. It's the Independent Bookstores special edition that Nina and Jeff brought me back from Cally. I didn't wish for it, I just got it. 

Sometimes it's best not to wish for anything, just be happy with what you've got and with what you get. 

 Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

                 Answer my life my judgement,

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;

Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound

Reverb no hollowness.

Kent

King Lear               Act I, Scene i, Line 149

 

Kent is the voice of reason from the very start in this play. He states it right at the beginning, but Lear refuses to listen. If he’d just listened to his man Kent, he could have avoided pretty much the whole mess. Imagine, Lear listens and realizes that Cordelia should get as much of the kingdom, if not more, than the others. At the very least, if the other two still treat him badly he can just go to Cordelia. Of course, then you don’t get the Tragedy of King Lear, do you?

Life’s funny, isn’t it. It’s also kind of important to avoid the life-changing mistakes like the one Lear made. Also important to maybe listen to the advice of those who are close to you, those whom you trust. Lear didn’t even give Kent’s words the slightest consideration. What the heck?

Once again, two Cordelias.

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

And what is a stone, William?

  

Sir Hugh Evans

The Merry Wives of Windsor        Act IV, Scene i, Line 28

  

Well, for three reasons I was sorely tempted to pick another page today: this is the fifth time on this page, it’s Merry Wives (I’m not crazy about Merry Wives), and it’s the second time I’ve been in this particular conversation (in fact, I’ve picked the line following this one, so I’ve clearly spent time with Today’s Line already). But I felt like not using the Random Line picked would be a slippery slope, so I stuck with it.

Nonetheless, I could use a good hard and fast rule about when I can pick another line. One rule I stick with is to not use a line in the same paragraph that I’ve been in. By paragraph I mean an uninterrupted block of text, prose or verse. Also, I’ve more or less developed and stuck to the rule of only five Random Line picks to a page, and then I pick another page. Is that enough? Let’s see, 5 X 1249 pages = X, and X divided by 365 is 17 years and 40 days. So the 5 lines on a page rule gives me Random Lines until I’m roughly 83. Hmmm. I guess I can stick with that.

 

But I’ll tell you, all of this makes me wonder: what is a stone?

Is this a stone?

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Strike, drum.

 

Benvolio

Romeo and Juliet                   Act I, Scene iv, Line 113

 

Here is the last line of the scene, and then these guys march off to the party at Capulets. To be clear, there actually is no drum involved, and we can assume that one of the guys pretends to play a drum. The stage direction says They march about the stage and stand to one side.

They’d been discussing dreams for a large part of this scene, with Mercutio going on and on about dreams. Romeo seems to think that his own dream the previous night is a harbinger of something bad, but he doesn’t say, or doesn’t know exactly what.

Anyway, they end the dream talk to get to the party.

So what do we think this guy's dreaming about? Probably about how he loves to bug Sam. 

Oh yah, he can be a pesky little fella. 

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth:  it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but ‘tis all one, ‘tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

 

 

Fluellen

King Henry the Fifth                     Act IV, Scene vii, Line 32

  

This is Fluellen, the Welsh guy, and Gower. They are two soldiers in Henry’s army, and they are shooting the breeze during a respite in the battle. Prains is Will’s way of making fun of Fluellen’s Welsh accent. He means brains. Then Fluellen starts mixing up Macedon with Macedonia, and it goes on from there. I guess it’s a little comic relief added into this history play.

These guys are hanging out in a small tributary of the Moanachira River. 

I wonder if Fluellen could mix up Moanachira with Monmouth or Macedon?

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Hail!

 

Second Witch

Macbeth                  Act I, Scene iii, Line 107

 

Hail to you all. That’s our line of the day and our word of the day. Hail! It doesn’t get much shorter than that.

I really enjoy finding little gems all the time in Will's works even though I know that his works have been pored over and examined ad infinitum, so that I'm certainly never the first to discover these gems. This morning I noticed that the witches start this play, and they end their brief opening with

Fair is foul and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

And then here in scene three Macbeth shows up for the first time in the play, and his first line is

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Obviously Will is keying in on foul and fair. I wonder how many more times it shows up in the play. I’m going to check the end.
Well, there’s Siward referring to his son who died in battle

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death.

So he’s got fair and death in the same sentence. Yes, that’s a continuation of the same thought, right to the end. Let’s take it as a way of knowing that a (the?) main theme of this work is the juxtaposition of foul and fair.

And we’ll leave it at that.

It occurs to me that just about everything has a foul and fair side to it. And if that's the case, than I can give you a picture of anything to illustrate that. 

So I took the most recent pic off my phone, and this is it.

 I don't know why I took this picture, but I'm sure there must be something foul and something fair about it. N'est pas?

 

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. - O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.

 

Cassio

Othello                   Act II, Scene iii, Line 287

These are the lamentations of a man who got drunk and did something stupid. Of course, he got set up by good ol’ honest Iago, but nonetheless, he did get drunk, and he did do something stupid.

I wonder what percentage of us human beings have done that: Gotten drunk and done something stupid? I guess I could take a poll, but I probably won’t. I can tell you that nowadays I just do stupid things without getting drunk.