Shakespeare's Thread

By Hawkwood, in 'Non-Latin Talk', Sep 27, 2017.

  1. Hawkwood .

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    O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
    By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
    The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
    For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
    The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
    As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
    Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
    When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
    But, for their virtue only is their show,
    They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
    Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
    Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
    And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
    When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

    Such mastery. If only I was a skilled rhapsode so as to put these gems to sound. It's said that Jupiter has a copy of the sonnets next to his bedside table atop Olympus. I can almost believe it.
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  2. Hawkwood .

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    Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled,
    Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
    My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
    And perspective that is best painter's art.
    For through the painter must you see his skill,
    To find where your true image pictured lies,
    Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
    That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
    Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
    Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
    Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
    Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
    Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
    They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

    Much is said on 24 regarding its literary conceit, cliched form, evidence of spoof and tongue-in-cheek, etc, etc. But I say this. If we're to take into account the legitimacy of the sequence itself and irrespective to evidence of an autobiographical nature, then what do we first see a glimpse of from Shakey's pen in 24?

  3. Hawkwood .

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    The sequence might not be chronologically legitimate, who really knows but it is delicious to think on the evidence that suggests a autobiographical nature and many ache with thoughts of a private mind that were never intended for a wider audience. It opens up so many areas of interest as well, like the existence of a rival poet or the dark lady, etc.

    Think and say what you like on that detestable Thorpe but I shan't bat an eyelid. Without his underhandedness we'd most certainly be without one of the greatest reads in the western canon.
  4. Hawkwood .

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    A first edition first folio. Don't touch it though, mate! No need.
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  5. Hawkwood .

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    One more page then off to bed. F### it.
  6. Pacifica grammaticissima

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    I was going to say that this was just a random Shakespeare passage, but it actually happens to be somewhat related to the above (in that it pertains to sleep).

    Henry IV:

    How many thousands of my poorest subjects
    Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
    Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee,
    That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down,
    And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
    Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
    Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
    And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
    Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
    Under the canopies of costly state,
    And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
    O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
    In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch
    A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?
    Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
    Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
    In cradle of the rude imperious surge,
    And in the visitation of the winds,
    Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
    Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
    With deafing clamour in the slippery clouds,
    That with the hurly death itself awakes?
    Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
    To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
    And in the calmest and most stillest night,
    With all appliances and means to boot,
    Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
    Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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  7. Terry S. flamen

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    Do you have a source for that quote from the Bard?
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  8. Hawkwood .

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    Aw, did I mention how amazing Shakey is? He's sooooooooooo amazing.
  9. Hawkwood .

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    At some point I need to look at the comedies and pastorals as I quite enjoyed As You Like it.
  10. Hawkwood .

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    An extract from Edward III, widely attributed to Shakespeare. I also think it's his handy work.

    Context. The Black Prince lies encompassed and entrapped by the cruel, cowardly and vile King John, usurper to the French throne and his sons. And now John has the the Flower of England in his sweaty, french palms. The Black prince, surrounded and outnumbered, consorts with trusted Audley on the predicament.

    It's a fantastic piece of writing and reeks of the Big Man.

    Audley, the arms of death embrace us round,
    And comfort have we none, save that to die
    We pay sower earnest for a sweeter life.
    At Cressey field out Clouds of Warlike smoke
    Choked up those French mouths & dissevered them;
    But now their multitudes of millions hide,
    Masking as twere, the beauteous burning Sun,
    Leaving no hope to us, but sullen dark
    And eyeless terror of all ending night.

    This sudden, mighty, and expedient head
    That they have made, fair prince, is wonderful.
    Before us in the valley lies the king,
    Vantaged with all that heaven and earth can yield;
    His party stronger battled than our whole:
    His son, the braving Duke of Normandy,
    Hath trimmed the Mountain on our right hand up
    In shining plate, that now the aspiring hill
    Shews like a silver quarry or an orb,
    Aloft the which the Banners, bannarets,
    And new replenished pendants cuff the air
    And beat the winds, that for their gaudiness
    Struggles to kiss them: on our left hand lies
    Phillip, the younger issue of the king,
    Coating the other hill in such array,
    That all his guilded upright pikes do seem
    Straight trees of gold, the pendants leaves;
    And their device of Antique heraldry,
    Quartered in colours, seeming sundry fruits,
    Makes it the Orchard of the Hesperides:
    Behind us too the hill doth bear his height,
    For like a half Moon, opening but one way,
    It rounds us in; there at our backs are lodged
    The fatal Crossbows, and the battle there
    Is governed by the rough Chattillion.
    Then thus it stands: the valley for our flight
    The king binds in; the hills on either hand
    Are proudly royalized by his sons;
    And on the Hill behind stands certain death
    In pay and service with Chattillion.

    Death’s name is much more mighty than his deeds;
    Thy parcelling this power hath made it more.
    As many sands as these my hands can hold,
    Are but my handful of so many sands;
    Then, all the world, and call it but a power,
    Easily ta’en up, and quickly thrown away:
    But if I stand to count them sand by sand,
    The number would confound my memory,
    And make a thousand millions of a task,
    Which briefly is no more, indeed, than one.
    These quarters, squadrons, and these regiments,
    Before, behind us, and on either hand,
    Are but a power. When we name a man,
    His hand, his foot, his head hath several strengths;
    And being all but one self instant strength,
    Why, all this many, Audley, is but one,
    And we can call it all but one man’s strength.
    He that hath far to go, tells it by miles;
    If he should tell the steps, it kills his heart:
    The drops are infinite, that make a flood,
    And yet, thou knowest, we call it but a Rain.
    There is but one France, one king of France,
    That France hath no more kings; and that same king
    Hath but the puissant legion of one king,
    And we have one: then apprehend no odds,
    For one to one is fair equality.
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  11. Hawkwood .

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    "The king binds in; the hills on either hand
    Are proudly royalized by his sons;"

    Royalized. What a scorcher. Pax, I take it you're delving into the histories. You know if you wanted to put a bit of chronology to this, try Marlowe's Edward II first, then on to this above. Not sure if you've read any of Marlowe's works but Edward II is outstanding.
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  12. Pacifica grammaticissima

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    That immediately caught my attention as well!!!
    So far I've read Henry V, Richard II and Henry IV—in that order, which I know isn't the most logical, but well.
    Nope, none.
    I'll think of it next time I do some Amazon shopping.
    Last edited by Pacifica, Feb 14, 2018
  13. Hawkwood .

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    I come straight hither from the Dauphin, who hearing thine unwarranted disadvantage seeks to double-vantage thee thus cancelling thy disadvantage by vantage and so too furnishing with yet another vantage, to render thee plus one in the stakes of cruel and monstrous circumstance. By my hand, through him, I give unto thee Marlowe's Edward, second of his name, followed hotly in close pursuit by Edward, third of his name. This and more is thine, my Lady. Our most reverent Prince bid me to say, think it a book that doth open in thy mind.

    Last edited by Hawkwood, Feb 14, 2018
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  14. Pacifica grammaticissima

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    Be wary of some thou's that should be thee's.

    Lol, thanks.
  15. Hawkwood .

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    Balls there's three of them, clear as day objects as well.

    Edit: I'm changing them as it's ghastly.

    Edit: there's a thy that should be a thine, as well. As an excuse, I writ it on the fly. Still, it doesn't quite wear though.
    Last edited by Hawkwood, Feb 14, 2018
  16. Pacifica grammaticissima

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  17. Terry S. flamen

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    Don't thee tha them as thas thee!

    Yorkshire saying
  18. Pacifica grammaticissima

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    Could you speak English please? I can't speak Yorkshirish.
  19. Terry S. flamen

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  20. Pacifica grammaticissima

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    Make me listen to a Greek-Chinese hybrid language, and it'll be all the same to me.

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