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I did not see you since you sent me hence,

Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

 

Dromio of Syracuse

The Comedy of Errors      Act II, Scene ii, Line 15                              

Just one more mix up based on the fact that there are two sets of twins in this story. Need I go on?

I’ll leave it to you, Mojo. Should I go on? What do you think.

Should I lie here and rest for a while longer, or should I go look for that treat that I buried yesterday? Decisions, decisions. 

I’ll take that as a 'no'.

 

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 Yet ‘banished’?—Hang up philosophy!

 

Romeo

Romeo and Juliet       Act III, Scene iii, Line 56

                                  

Context: Friar Knucklehead has just told Romeo that he has been banished, and the young lover is out of his mind because that means he will be separated permanently from Juliet. Romeo is going on and on about banishment, and the friar is trying to calm down and comfort him.

I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word;

Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

That’s right, the friar is going to give Romeo some philosophy. That’ll comfort him. No wonder Romeo says Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,

It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

Schmotz on your philosophy friar! That’s what Romeo is saying. He’s not interested in philosophy. I mean, who would be? Philosophy?

 

For the last time, NO, I do not have a light; and you can’t smoke that thing in here!

 

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‘Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;

And what remains will hardly stop the mouth

Of present dues: the future comes apace:

What shall defend the interim? And at length

How goes our reckoning?

 

Flavius

Timon of Athens    Act II, Scene ii, Line 150

                                   

Timon’s right hand man, Flavius, is letting Timon know that he, Timon, has some serious money problems.

Let all my land be sold, says Timon.

Today’s Lines is Flavius’s answer to that. Apparently it’s all been mortgaged or sold already, and what hasn’t been mortgaged or sold is not enough to stop the mouth. I think he means enough to buy us food to eat.

Oh Timon! This guy is living in a dreamworld. He should have been listening to Flavius long ago. It’s a bit late now. Dreamers like Timon really need to listen to their Flaviuses.

Sort of like how you need to listen to Mrs. Blagys, because she takes care of everything and allows you to be a dreamer. Is it like that?

 Yeah, something like that, Mojo.

 Mrs. Blagys said it's exactly like that.

 Okay. Sure.

 

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Yea, this man’s brow, like to a title-leaf,

Fortells the nature of a tragic volume:

So looks the strond whereon the imperious flood

Hath left a witness’d usurpation.

 

Northumberland

King Henry the Fourth Part II     Act I, Scene i, Line 60

                                 

A title-leaf is the title page of a tragedy story, and a strond is a strand of land. 

Morton has just come into the room, returned from the battle. He’s not said a word yet, and Northumberland is remarking about the look on Morton’s face. He is anticipating bad news from Morton, and he’s right to do so.

Northumberland speaks of Morton's brow - his forehead. Yes, there are certainly things you can tell from a fellow’s face. Often in literature we hear about a knitted brow. To move the eyebrows together in a way that shows that one is thinking about something or is worried, angry, etc. That’s the MW definition of a knitting one’s brow. So I suppose we could say that Morton had a knitted brow. And if he had bad news and a knitted brow, (which he did) what would his forehead look like? Well, his eyebrows would be moved closer together. 

However, Will couldn’t use such pedestrian language as knitted brow (even though the idiom of knitted brow has been in use since the fourteenth century). He had to give us the image of land that had been left changed by the high waters of a flood to describe Morton’s brow.

One of the marks of good writing (and this is not according to me: I read this somewhere) is to stay away from standard, time-worn expressions And of course, our famous Bard is prone to better writing techniques, isn’t he.

I thought I'd give you some examples of a knitted brow.

Here's an unknitted, first thing in the morning brow.

And here's that same brow after having read the morning news; in other words, a brow looking like the strond whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurption.

See the difference?

Now, here's Mojo without a care in the world.

And here's Mojo after I told him that we're out of treats.

Can you see the difference? 

No, neither can I. 

Apparently a no-knittable brow to go along with the no-opposable thumbs. 

Who knew?

 

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With mine own tears, I wash away my balm,

With mine own hands I give away my crown,

With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

With mine own breath release all duty’s rites:

King Richard

King Richard the Second              Act IV, Scene i, Line 207

                                 

Today’s Lines are just part of King Richard’s response to Henry Bolingbroke. Recall that Henry Bolingbroke (who is on the verge of becoming King Henry IV) has raised a rebellion to usurp the crown from Richard. Now the rebellion is over and, they are in Westminster Hall. Henry has won, and he has had Richard brought before him. He asks Richard,

Are you contented to resign the crown?

Richard is torn. He begins his answer with

Ay, no;--no, ay; for I must nothing be;

This betrays his indecision. Then he rambles on for quite a bit, but seems to conclude that all is lost for him, ending with,

God save King Henry, unking’d Richard says,

And send him many years of sunshine days!—

What more remains?

Unfortunately, what more remains is that they want him to read a list of what they consider the transgressions he committed that led to the rebellion. Richard’s not so keen on that idea. 

Can you blame him?

Well boo hoo for King What's-his-name. Can I blame him? Honestly, I couldn't care less.  The guy obviously didn't know how to keep control over things. I could've taught him a thing or two. 

And by the way, a little long-winded on the post this morning, Mr. B. Let's see if we can keep them a bit shorter, eh?

Now, where's that treat I was promised?

 

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                                             But is it true, Solanio?

Have all his ventures fail’d? What, not one hit?

From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,

From Lisbon, Barbary, and India?

And not one vessel scape the dreadful touch

Of merchant-marring rocks?

 

Bassanio

The Merchant of Venice       Act III, Scene ii, Line 269

                           

Recall, that this whole story is about Bassanio borrowing money from Antonio to be able to take a chance at winning Portia. Recall also, that Shylock only gets involved because Antonio is cash poor since all his money has been sunk in ventures overseas. The loan from Shylock needs to be repaid within ninety days, and it is expected that all or some of Antonio’s ventures will be returning by then.

Bassanio has won Portia, but in the next breath we learn that all of Antonio’s ventures have failed. Now Antonio will have to pay the pound of flesh to Shylock.

Yes, apparently Antonio had ships out to Tripolis, Mexico, England, Lisbon, Barbary, and India, all expected to come back with goods for resale. And they all wrecked, every single one of them. Not one vessel scape the dreadful touch/Of merchant-marring rocks.

That’s some pretty bad luck!

First mate Mojo is keeping a sharp eye out for any merchant-marring rocks.

No Mojo, that's Walker in a donut, not a merchant-marring rock.

Nice try, though. 

 

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As much as he deserves!—Pause there, Morocco,

And weigh thy value with an even hand:

If thou be’st rated by thy estimation,

Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough

May not extend so far as to the lady:

And yet to be afeared of my deserving,

Were but a weak disabling of myself.

 

Prince of Morocco

The Merchant of Venice       Act II, Scene vi, Line 26                             

This is the first of the suitors to try his luck at the casket game. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I suggest you go back to the post of 10/7 and read it.

Anyway, the three caskets are gold, silver, and lead, and written on each are the following:

Gold – Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.

Silver – Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.

Lead – Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he has.

Morocco is looking at all three caskets, and in Today’s Line he is considering the words on the silver casket. As you can see, he’s going back and forth a bit about whether or not he is deserving.

Well, is he?

No, Mojo, I'm not talking about you. I said Morocco, not Mojo.

Of course you are deserving.

I gotta get that guy's hearing checked.