Muscling my way into the discussion!--mangling Shakespeare
Posted by Barbara on September 22, 1998 at 19:27:39:
In response to Hate to contradict a PB..., written by Cheryl on September 22, 1998 at 14:48:40
] ] There is a very short snippet from P&P in the last chapter of Venetia. Venetia, the main character, uses the phrase,"a consummation devoutly to be wished!", and it is typeset in itallics.
] ...but that quote is from Hamlet's "To be or not to be" soliquoy. Hope I'm remembering this correctly...
] To die, to sleep, no more.
] And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
] Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished!
] To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream.
] Ay! There's the rub!
You got it just right, Cheryl!
Seems that line was a favourite one to quote. Thought you might enjoy this exerpt from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Well, next they got out a couple of long swords that the duke made out of oak laths, and begun to practice the sword fight --
the duke called himself Richard III.; and the way they laid on and pranced around the raft was grand to see. But by and by the
king tripped and fell overboard, and after that they took a rest, and had a talk about all kinds of adventures they‘d had in other
times along the river.
After dinner the duke says:
“Well, Capet, we‘ll want to make this a first-class show, you know, so I guess we‘ll add a little more to it. We want a little
something to answer encores with, anyway.”
“What‘s onkores, Bilgewater?”
The duke told him, and then says:
“I‘ll answer by doing the Highland fling or the sailor‘s hornpipe; and you -- well, let me see -- oh, I‘ve got it -- you can do
“Hamlet‘s soliloquy, you know; the most celebrated thing in Shakespeare. Ah, it‘s sublime, sublime! Always fetches the house.
I haven‘t got it in the book -- I‘ve only got one volume -- but I reckon I can piece it out from memory. I‘ll just walk up and
down a minute, and see if I can call it back from recollection‘s vaults.”
So he went to marching up and down, thinking, and frowning horrible every now and then; then he would hoist up his
eyebrows; next he would squeeze his hand on his forehead and stagger back and kind of moan; next he would sigh, and next
he‘d let on to drop a tear. It was beautiful to see him. By and by he got it. He told us to give attention. Then he strikes a most
noble attitude, with one leg shoved forwards, and his arms stretched away up, and his head tilted back, looking up at the sky;
and then he begins to rip and rave and grit his teeth; and after that, all through his speech, he howled, and spread around, and
swelled up his chest, and just knocked the spots out of any acting ever I see before. This is the speech -- I learned it, easy
enough, while he was learning it to the king:
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane,
But that the fear of something after death
Murders the innocent sleep,
Great nature‘s second course,
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others that we know not of.
There‘s the respect must give us pause:
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor‘s wrong, the proud man‘s contumely,
The law‘s delay, and the quietus which his pangs might take,
In the dead waste and middle of the night, when churchyards yawn
In customary suits of solemn black,
But that the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns,
Breathes forth contagion on the world,
And thus the native hue of resolution, like the poor cat i‘ the adage,
Is sicklied o‘er with care,
And all the clouds that lowered o‘er our housetops,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
’Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
But soft you, the fair Ophelia:
Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
But get thee to a nunnery -- go!
Well, the old man he liked that speech, and he mighty soon got it so he could do it first-rate.
- What a HOOT! Laraine 10:36:14 9/23/98 (1)
- Of course! Cheryl 12:26:19 9/23/98 (0)
- LOL! Cheryl 22:24:22 9/22/98 (0)
- "All kings . . ." Mary Anne 21:36:13 9/22/98 (1)
- Candidates Ken 15:01:07 9/24/98 (0)
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