Today’s Totally Random Lines(s)

 

 

 O, lest your true love may seem false in this,

That you for love speak well of me untrue,

My name be buried where my body is,

And live no more to shame nor me nor you. 

 

Sonnet 72               

That's kind of bleak, isn't it?

This is the third quatrain of Sonnet 72. Lots of times (usually?) I give you the whole sonnet, but in this case the third quatrain seems to do a pretty good job of giving us the essence of the whole thing (that, and the fact that I don’t feel like typing out the whole thing): Bury my name with my body and forget about me. That’s pretty much it.

I think this sonnet probably falls into a sequence, so that it’s part of a bigger thought. There’s probably a lot more to it to explain, or set up, as to why he’s asking us (or someone) to forget about him. 

The Sonnets, apparently, are pretty complicated. They supposedly tell a story in a sort of way, if taken in groups. And the stories belie the meanings of the Sonnets taken individually. 

Interesting, isn’t it? 

Today's pic: an unstuck sticker from the fabulous sticker book. 

A little bit interesting, eh?

Does that make it a little more interesting?

How about now?

Interesting?

Get the picture?

 

 Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

  

 Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!

  

Marcellus
Hamlet                                Act I, Scene i, Line 40

 

This is Marcellus’s reaction, as he interrupts Bernardo to point out that the ghost has reappeared. We’re in the first scene of Hamlet again. I say again not because we’ve been here recently, but because this scene is 176 lines long and this is the eighth time we’ve visited it. And, in fact, the very next line, spoken by Bernardo, is one that we picked previously,

In the same figure, like the king that’s dead.

So why didn't I pick another line? Laziness, I suppose. It's a nice, easy-to-understand line.

Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!

Stop talking; look here it comes.

Let’s face it, you didn’t need Pete’s version there did you? I certainly hope not. 

Here's my little buddy sleeping with his friend. They get along pretty well, these two, and they're really sound sleepers. If the ghost of Hamlet's father showed up he'd really have to make some noise to wake these two up!

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

  

                        Stay, my lord,

And let your reason your choler question

What ‘tis you go about: to climb steep hills

Requires slow pace at first: anger is like

A full-hot horse, who being allowed his way,

Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England

Can advise me like you: be to yourself

As you would to your friend.  

  

Duke of Norfolk
King Henry the Eighth          Act I, Scene i, Line 133

 

Well, here we are again, two days in a row in King Henry the Eighth, and two days in a row dealing with Cardinal Wolsey fallout. Today we’re at the very beginning of the play. This fellow in red seems to have everybody seeing red. How about that pun, eh?

The Duke of Norfolk is talking to Buckingham, trying to calm him down. The latter is fuming because who just left the room? Of course, Cardinal Wolsey.

I think today’s lines are a little hard, so I’ll give you Pete’s Version. Keep in mind that Wolsey just left the room and  Buckingham, really pissed off, is about to go chase after him because he’s sure the Wolsey is up to no good (spoiler alert: Buckingham is right). Norfolk wants Buckingham to calm down and slow down.

Slow down buddy, let your good sense prevail over your anger in what you’re about to do. If you’re going to climb a steep hill you need to start slow; anger is like a wild horse, who if you let him loose will quickly be tired out and not make it to the top of the steep hill. There’s no one in England who’s ever given me better advice than you. Advise yourself as well as you would advise me, and listen to that advice.

Questions?

No, that's not a horse that the mother of my child is sitting on; it's Tex, the mascot of the University of Texas. I'm guessing that Tex is a longhorn steer?

 Thankfully, Tex didn't go full-hot on her, because that wouldn't be a very good thing, and any self-mettling would have done a lot more than just tire Tex.  

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

  

If we live thus tamely,

To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,

Farewell nobility; let his Grace go forward,

And dare us with his cap like larks.

 

 Earl of Surrey

King Henry the Eighth          Act III, Scene ii, Line 281

 

Well, we were just in this scene, when was it? Let me check. Jeez, it was August 20th. It seems like yesterday. Do you remember? It was the line with the sacring bell, where we learned that the sacring bell is the little bell they ring on the altar at mass. 

That line was also the Earl of Surrey and it’s just a few lines further down from today’s. In today’s line, like that one, the Earl is berating the Cardinal, referring to him as a piece of scarlet. I get the feeling that he really doesn’t care much for Cardinal Wolsey, don’t you?

There's a scarlet stain on this old pocket knife. I'm pretty sure it's just paint, not the Cardinal's blood. Unless of course this knife once belonged to the Earl of Surrey. 

But I'm pretty sure it didn't. 

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

The conclusion is victory: on whose side? The kings. The captive is enricht: on whose side? The beggars.

Boyet
Love’s Labour’s Lost             Act IV, Scene i, Line 75

Boyet is reading Don Armando’s love letter to Jaquinita. The letter is almost thirty lines long and it doesn’t make much sense. I think it’s supposed to be funny, but I have to admit that the humour is lost on me.

Yes, that’s right, Mr. Shakespeare-Lover here is admitting that the humour is lost on him. Nobody’s perfect: not Will, not Boyet or Don Armando, and certainly not Mr. Shakespeare-Lover me.

Well, these pics got nothin to do with nothin, but that never stopped me before.

This plant sat on top of my bookcase completely ignored for a few years. 

 The other day I decided to water it. 

The conclusion? Couldn't kill the darn thing if I tried.

 

Such as she says my lord did say I was.

 

Desdemona
Othello                            Act IV, Scene ii, Line 130

 

I have to admit that this line looks confusing. But it’s not. And you don’t need Pete’s Version; you just need a little context. So here you go.

Othello is now completely convinced that Desdemona is cheating on him with Cassio. He’s just had it out with Desdemona, called her a whore, and stormed out on her. Emilia overheard the whole thing, and now Iago has come in and he and Emilia are trying to console Desdemona. Emilia tells Iago what Othello said, and Desdemona asks Iago, Am I that name, Iago? He answers with, What name, fair Lady? She replies, Such as she says my lord did say I was. In other words, The name that Emilia says Othello called me. Oops, I ended up giving you Pete’s Version.

Well I hope you realize, with the context and the Pete’s Version, that it’s a pretty simple line after all. N’est pas? And perfect iambic pentameter: ten one syllable words. And look how each pair of words, each foot of the pentameter, is a set, a pair, by itself.

Such as

She says

My lord

Did say

I was

It’s pretty neat, if you think about it; perhaps e’en if to think ‘bout it you don’t.

Perhaps

E’en if

To think

‘Bout it

You don’t. 

Oh no, not again!

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice: yet had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I, by my good leisure, have discredited to him, and now is he resolved to die.

Duke/Friar
Measure For Measure                   Act III, Scene ii, Line 251

The duke, disguised as a friar, is talking to Escalus and Provost about Claudio. The latter is a prisoner of the state and has been sentenced to death. I’ll give you the straight up Pete’s Version of today’s paragraph.

He (Claudio) believes he got a fair judgment and wants only what is just. However, being the weak man that he his, he’s convinced himself that there must be a way out. I (duke/friar), in my good time, have convinced him otherwise, and now he is ready to accept his fate.

Pretty straightforward, eh?

Now, since we’ve landed, today, only a dozen or so lines up from one of my favorite lines, I’ll end with it. It’s the Duke, now alone, speaking indirectly about Angelo, the guy he left in charge and the guy who sentenced Claudio to death.

How may likeness wade in crimes,

Making practice on the times,

To draw with idle spiders' strings

Most ponderous and substantial things.

To draw with idle spiders' strings

Most ponderous and substantial things.