Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

But now the bishop

Turns insurrection to religion:

Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,

He’s follow’d both with body and with mind;

And doth enlarge his rising with the blood

Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;

Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;

Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;

And more and less do flock to him.

 

Morton

King Henry the Fourth Part II      Act I, Scene i, Line 202

Morton and Northumberland are discussing the rebellion against Henry IV that they are leading and that they appear to be losing. In today’s lines Morton brings up the Archbishop of York who is inspiring people to rebellion through his religion. I believe Northumberland’s going to make plans to join forces with the bishop.

What, you didn’t get that the archbishop was inspiring people to rebellion through his religion when you read today’s Totally Random Daily Lines? Oh come on! Okay then, you want the Pete Version? Fine.

Morton starts off his speech, preceding Today’s Totally Random Lines, by saying that the people under their command in this rebellion are torn: they want to fight, but their consciouses tell them that rebellion is wrong.

But the bishop turns rebellion into being a part of religion.

He shows sincerity and holiness in his thoughts,

And the people follow him with body and mind.

He grows the ranks of his followers by talking about how King Richard (the guy that Henry IV stole the throne from) was murdered by Henry at Pomfret Castle.

He tells the people that God is on the side of a rebellion.

He tells the people that the land is bleeding and gasping for life under the leadership of Henry IV (Henry IV was known as Bolingbroke before he became Henry IV).

And in this way the bishop has drawn many people to his side.

 

Got it now? Good.

No religion needed to draw this little guy to your side;

just a nice cool melona popsicle.

Ahhhhhh.

 

 

 

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell.

 

Cardinal Wolsey

King Henry the Eighth          Act III, Scene ii, Line 459

Good sir, have patience. That’s the preceding line by Cromwell that the Cardinal is responding to. He’s had patience, he says, but apparently he’s out of hope.

Okay, I listened to the latter part of this scene. As you can see by the line number, it’s not a very short scene. The first part of the scene is the king losing favour with Wolsey and the realization by Wolsey and everyone else that his days in the court are numbered. Then he’s left alone to muse about his downfall until his protégé Cromwell shows up. The scene ends with these two talking and the Cardinal pretty much saying goodbye to Cromwell. Today’s Totally Random Line is the rhyming couplet that is the end of this long scene.

Question: why didn't he use heav'n in that last line to take out a syllable and make it a perfect line of iambic pentameter? Yup, there I go again, questioning the art of Will. Atta boy, Pete. Atta boy.

I'm pretty sure I've used my Henry the Eighth pencil for a pic previously, but I couldn't think of anything better for today, so here you go.

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.

 

Pinch

The Comedy of Errors           Act IV, Scene iv, Line 52

Okay, I’m not familiar with this Pinch fellow, but I’d like to say that anyone who has any trouble understanding today’s line, well then they don’t speak English very well. The response is even better though. It’s from Antipholus of Ephesus.

There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
                                             [striking him]

Slapstick. It’s as old as the hills. Or at least, apparently, as old as Shakespeare. 

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Here you go. You can't get more classic slapstick than this. Just like Shakespeare!

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

A peace is of the nature of a conquest:

For then both parties nobly are subdued,

And neither party loser.

 

Archbishop of York

King Henry the Fourth Part II   Act IV, Scene ii, Line 89

What is the Padre smoking? How, in a conquest, are both parties subdued – nobly or otherwise? Isn’t just one subdued, and, as well, isn’t one the loser?

I don’t know what this hoser is talking about. The two opposing sides have decided here to have a peace instead of fighting, and the soldiers are already celebrating. Why shouldn’t they? In a battle a whole bunch of them would get killed, win or lose.

One of the leaders here remarks that this celebrating would be cheerful after a victory. In other words, they should have fought, not brokered a peace. And that’s what the Archbishop is responding to with Today’s Totally Random Line.

But I still don’t think the line makes much sense. Maybe I’m missing something.

Buster Mojo is guarding the backyard. With those ears, you can bet that he's not going to miss anything.

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:

 

King Edward

King Henry the Sixth Part III   Act IV, Scene viii, Line 54

Well I read that and I thought, what a nice compliment. Right. Now listen to the whole six lines. Edward is talking to Henry whom he’s just stolen the kingship from.

Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
And once again proclaim us king of England.—
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow;
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.—
Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.

So apparently being the fount that makes small brooks to grow is small potatoes. One needs to be the sea that swells so much the bigger by sucking the small brooks dry.

I don’t know about you, but I think I’d rather be the fount that makes small brooks to flow. 

What an absolutely gorgeous morning it is out here in the backyard. The days don’t get much nicer than this. 

You can keep your swelling seas, thank you very much.

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Should I now meet my father,

He would not call me son.

 

Florizel

The Winter’s Tale    Act IV, Scene iii, Line 662

Well, yesterday we were talking about a father’s death with line 376 of the scene, and I said that we were deep into that act. Today we’re talking about a father not knowing his son, and we’re on line 662 of this scene. Interesting similarities, eh?

So, what’s going on here? Well, Florizel, the prince of Bohemia is in love with the shepherd girl Perdita. Consequently, he has been disowned by his father the king. And that’s why his father would not call him son. Pretty simple, eh?

Yesterday Richard convinced Elizabeth to let him marry her daughter. I think that today Florizel will eventually convince his father to let him marry the shepherd’s daughter, eh?

I’m overusing ‘eh?’ a little bit, eh?

Since we've been talking about fathers, and since today is July 10, which would have been Dad's 97th birthday, it seems pretty appropriate that we have a pic of him. 

He got to celebrate quite a few less birthday's than he should have. 

Life is funny, and it's unpredictable, eh?

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

My father’s death,--

 

Richard

King Richard the Third    Act IV, Scene iv, Line 376

Yes, line 376. We’re deep into this act and I’m not sure exactly what’s happened so far. I do know that right here Richard is talking to Elizabeth, the widow of Richard’s brother, Edward IV. Richard is trying to tell Elizabeth something (I’m not sure what) and he’s trying to swear to her it’s the truth, but everything he tries to swear on she discredits.

If something thou wouldst swear to be believed,

Swear, then, by something thou hast not wrong’d.

Now, by the world,-

                        ‘Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

My father’s death,-

                        Thy life hath that dishonour’d.

Then, by myself,-

                        Thy self is self-misused.

Why, then, by God,-

 

                        God’s wrong is most of all.

 

And then she goes on to explain how swearing by God is, for Richard, as useless as all the other things he would swear on. Richard should just give it up here, but of course, he doesn’t. After all that, he somehow still convinces Elizabeth to let him marry her daughter.

Go figure.

You know what they say: some people could sell ice to an Eskimo. Wait, is that a bad word now? I didn't mean any offense by it, I swear. 

I swear by...  oh never mind.