Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

 

                                         For mine own good,

All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o’er:

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;

Which must be acted ere they may be scann’d.

Macbeth

Macbeth                          Act III, Scene iv, Line 137

 

 

From one titular classic tragedy character to another – both, naturally, tragically flawed.

This is Macbeth sinking further and further into his new self. He has murdered King Duncan and his friend Banquo and realizes that there’s no turning back now.

Here, I’ll give you Pete’s Version:
Everything and everyone will bend to my purposes now. I’m so deep in that there’s no turning back. These strange ideas that I have will soon be turned to action, and it’s only after they’ve been acted on that they will be fully understood.

Well, I’m not sure what’s to be understood beyond what is obvious, and that is that Macbeth has turned into a murderous, treasonous fellow out of ambition to be the top dog.

Does he want us to think there’s more to it than that? Well, is there? Is there more than that?

This of course raises a philosophical question: Is there a belief in the mind of the Hitler, or the Putin, or the Trump that makes them think that there is a reason that they are the answer? That they are the chosen one? Do they believe they are fated to be that. I guess with our friend Macbeth he does believe it’s fate, since the three sisters told him so and because the first thing they told him - Thane of Cawdor - came true on its own. I think it was the Thane of Cawdor thing that set Macbeth on his path.
What about the guys in real life history. Did they have their own three sisters and Thane of Cawdor experience? Or did they just convince themselves all on their own?

Now that’s an interesting question. Whether or not you give two hoots about Shakespeare or not, that's an interesting question.

 

 Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

 How, how, Cordelia! Mend your speech a little,

Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Lear

King Lear                        Act I, Scene i, Line 94

 

This is line ninety-four in the play, and it’s all downhill from here.

Just previous to Today’s Line is one of my favorite Shakespearean lines, and one that I tend to speak whenever I get the reply ‘nothing’ from someone.

Lear is divvying up his kingdom in thirds twixt his three daughters and has just received lavish statements of love from the first two. Now he turns to his youngest, Cordelia, ready to give her a third of his kingdom. 

And he asks her,                                                                                   What can you say to draw a third, more opulent than your sisters?

 Cordelia replies,
    Nothing, my lord.

Lear responds,
    Nothing!

And Cordelia repeats,
    Nothing.

To which Lear declares,
    Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

Nothing will come of nothing. Ask Walker or Patrice how many times they’ve heard me respond Nothing will come of Nothing when they have replied to a question with the answer Nothing. They will simply roll their eyes and say Too many times!

Pete: Walks, what do you want to do after dinner?

Walker: Nothing.

Pete: Nothing will come of Nothing!

Walker: Urgggh.

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

 Shall, then, my father’s will be of no force

To dispossess tht child that which is not his?

 

Robert Falcounbridge

King John               Act I, Scene i, Line 130

It’s a funny little part of this scene where these two brothers show up in front of the king looking for his judgement. It’s a case of inheritance and with one of the brothers going simply by the name of Bastard, well, I guess you might be able to get a sense of what the issue is.

Anyway, Robert Faulcounbridge, the other brother and today’s speaker, will quickly go away and not be seen again, whilst Bastard will be a major player in this play. Yes, that’s right, Bastard.
Go figure.

It’s funny what we, as individuals notice. I mean that it’s funny how two people subjected to the same scene, or song, or pretty much any experience, will have have different experiences. For one person the name Bastard will be meaningless and they may be more interested in the name Falcounbridge (that is a pretty interesting name), and for another Bastard might be grabber. But it’s true with everything. 

A grocery store stop,
‘That place was empty today; where is everybody?’
‘I was too busy noticing the prices; when did milk get that expensive?’

A new person you just met,
‘Did you get a hold of those glasses he was wearing?’
‘What glasses? I couldn’t take my eyes off those wild looking sandals on his feet.’

It’s everything. Shared experiences are just one Bastard vs Robert Falcounbridge after another.

So, what's this a picture of? What's your take away?

 Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

 

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

 

Davy

King Henry the Fourth Part II              Act V, Scene i, Line 45

Davy is a really minor character, a servant of Justice Shallow, himself a minor character. The exchange betwixt the two is not to add anything major to the play, but rather to… well I guess I’m not really sure what it’s doing. 

The scene is one where Falstaff is arriving back home after fighting in the war, and Justice Shallow is welcoming him into his home. Most of the scene is the Justice rattling on about this, that, and the other thing, whilst interacting with Davy. I’m afraid we’d need to have a more intimate knowledge of the play to understand the significance of this scene.

But we don’t have that intimate knowledge, do we? Or do we really need it? 

This is a history play about the reign of King Henry the Fourth. The major players, with the exception of Falstaff, are actual historical figures. The main action of the play, though dramatized, is based on actual historical events, but, as noted, Falstaff makes up a significant portion of the play and he is a fictional character. Naturally, much of players he interacts with, including Shallow and Davy, are fictional as well. It helps to have fictional characters that the author can do what ever he wishes with when he’s trying to add humanity, and the realities of humanity, into a play about historical events. 

So let's just conclude that this scene is all about enhancing that humanitarian reality.

Well, I looked around for a pic to post, and I just couldn't come up with anything. You'd think that humanitarian reality would be something that would be easily illustratable, wouldn't you?

I Guess not. Sorry. 

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They do me wrong, and I will not endure it

 

Gloster

King Richard the Third         Act I, Scene iii, Line 42

I want to give your Gloster’s whole rant, because I really liked it, but I didn’t want to scare you off, so I just gave Today’s Line up front. It’s the beginning of the rant and the first words he speaks as he enters the scene. As such it’s not completely evident who he’s talking about, but I think it’s better that way because now you can relate to the rant and apply it to whoever or whatever you would be ranting about in your own life. I think we all feel like Gloster some time or another. Here’s the whole thing.

They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:—
Who are they that complain unto the king
That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumors.
Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,
Smile in men’s faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?

There. What do you think? Don’t tell me you haven’t felt this way at times; or at least that you can’t relate to certain parts of this. And there’s some great language in there: silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?

By holy Paul, that’s a great line!

My new reading glasses. 

I'm trying to add a little flair, but don't be mistaken - No silken, sly, insinuating Jack am I!

 

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!