Why I do what I do and one of my favourite sonnets - Sonnet 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: The earth can yield me...
First Hamlet tells Horatio "never to make known what you have seen tonight". Later he tells him "to tell my story" If Horatio is anything lake the ancient Roman he clams to be, he must keep his first promise, that he have sworn in heaven. And then we will never have "hamlet"
Finally finished All's Well last night. Not a lot of memorable language, though I'll share a few lines I like in the comments. Otherwise, I don't think I can improve on Laura's comment about the album track that didn't make the best-of.
The 22nd is here, and so it's time to set a new goal. This time our extended holiday goal is Twelfth Night by January 2nd [strike that: 5th]. (SURELY that will be enough time for me to finish Winter's Tale and Twelfth Night.)
I suggest we choose just one play to cover the Thanksgiving through New Year insanity. This seems saner (and will give me a chance to catch up on Winter's Tale...). Start thinking about what play you'd like to read.
Brief Programming Note: We'd originally set a goal of finishing up All's Well today. I think a couple people have and a couple have not (zero guilt!), so my question is, do we want to choose a new play today or wait for a couple of days? Also, weigh in with votes for a the next play if you have a preference.
I finished, finally, this afternoon, and am struck by a) how out of shape I am in reading Shakespeare (though I trust it'll come back to me) and b) how much this play reads like one of the obscure tracks you hear on a boxed set of some aging or dead musician, and you think, "huh, that has moments of greatness, but I can see why they didn't put it
5.3 reads like general forgiveness of Bertram for a while there, but the production I saw wasn't ready to let him off the hook even for that short time. They cast Lafew's daughter as an incredibly plain spinster, complete with thick glasses, perpetual knitting, and a scowl.
I'm constantly amazed every time I see one of these plays performed by how much more there is to them than dialog. Sounds funny to say that, I know, but as I read All's Well I can see place after place where the actors and directors from the version I saw last week could imagine the world between the lines where I only see the lines.
HELENA 'Tis pity-- ... / That wishing well had not a body in't, / Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born, / Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, / Might with effects of them follow our friends, / And show what we alone must think, which never /Return us thanks.