Saturday, March 31, 2007
Shakespeare, Richard III
Why, this it is when men are ruled by women.1.1.109 (pun on subjects):
We are the Queen's abjects and must obey.1.2.15-17:
O, cursèd be the hand that made these holes;1.3.48-51 (what becomes of one who can't kiss arse):
Cursèd the heart that had the heart to do it;
Cursèd the blood that let this blood from hence.
Because I cannot flatter and look fair,1.3.147-148 (insult):
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Hie thee to hell for shame and leave this world,1.3.225 (another insult):
Thou cacodemon! There thy kingdom is.
Thou hateful, withered hag ...1.4.91-92 (brevity):
What, so brief?1.4.139-149 (could be a riddle, except answer occurs a few lines before):
'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.
I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavours to trust to himself and live without it.2.1.107-108 (thought crimes):
My brother killed no man; his fault was thought,2.2.35-39 (heauton timoroumenos):
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,2.2.124 (lectio difficilior for fetcht):
To chide my fortune and torment myself?
I'll join with black despair against my soul
And to myself become an enemy.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.2.4.35-41 (expect and be prepared for the worst):
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;2.4.60-61 (life):
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but if God sort it so,
'Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
Accursèd and unquiet wrangling days,3.1.45-46 (description of myself):
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
You are too senseless obstinate, my lord,3.4.11-13 (strangers to each other):
Too ceremonious and traditional.
We know each other's faces; for our hearts,3.5.6-12:
He knows no more of mine than I of yours,
Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.
Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,3.5.90-94 (children resembling fathers):
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforcèd smiles,
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time to grace my stratagems.
My princely father then had wars in France3.6.9 (asyndetic, privative adjectives):
And, by true computation of the time,
Found that the issue was not his begot,
Which well appearèd in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble Duke my father.
Untainted, unexamined ...3.7.4-14 (children resembling fathers):
Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?4.1.102-103 (teen = grief, woe):
I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,
And his contract by deputy in France;
Th' unsatiate greediness of his desire
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,
As being got, your father then in France,
And his resemblance, being not like the Duke.
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,
Being the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind.
Eighty-odd years of sorrow have I seen,4.2.76 (what to say about noisy neighbors):
And each hour's joy wracked with a week of teen.
Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers ...4.3.121 (what to say to those who solicit charitable contributions):
I am not in the giving vein today.4.4.1-2 (wheel of fortune):
So now prosperity begins to mellow4.4.28-30 (oxymorons):
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost,4.4.83 (insult):
Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurped,
Brief abstract and record of tedious days...
That bottled spider, that foul bunch-backed toad!4.4.88 (wheel of fortune):
One heaved a-high to be hurled down below.4.4.130-135 (advantage of emotional incontinence):
Why should calamity be full of words?4.4.204:
Windy attorneys to their clients' woes,
Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
Poor breathing orators of miseries,
Let them have scope, though what they will impart
Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end.4.4.323-324 (apology):
I cannot make you what amends I would;4.4.344 (underneath the bedcovers):
Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
The sweet silent hours of marriage joys ...5.3.6-7 (life's troubles are inevitable):
Norfolk, we must have knocks, ha, must we not?5.3.78-79 (what to reply when asked "How are you?"):
We must both give and take, my loving lord.
I have not that alacrity of spirit5.3.183 (rhetorical device ladder):
Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!5.3.254-256 (cf. Lincoln's second inaugural address):
God and our good cause fight upon our side;5.5.268-269 (cf. Lincoln's second inaugural address):
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our faces.
Then if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers.