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Sodden-witted (adj.)

Sodden-witted means stew-brained, limp-minded, alcohol crazed.  Sodden-witted is cited in William Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida (TC II.i.42) Thersites says to Ajax: “Thou sodden-witted lord, thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.” Felina Silver Robinson

Troilus and Ulysses eavesdrop on Cressida and Diomed, and Thersites spies on the spies. It’s gruesome, and may reflect Oxford’s take on Elizabeth taking up with Raleigh (Ogburn and Ogburn 613).

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

Shy. My deeds upon my head! I crave the

law,

The penalty and forfeit of my bond.

Por. Is he not able to discharge the money?

Bass. Yes; here I tender it for him in the

court;

Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice

I will be bound to pay it ten times o’er,

On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart:

If this will not suffice, it must appear       [you

That malice bears down truth. And I beseech

Wrest once the law to your authority:

To do a great right do a little wrong,

And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Por. It must not be; there is no power in

Venice.

Can alter a decree established:

‘Twill be recorded for a precedent,

And many an error, by the same example

Will rush into the state: it cannot be.

Shy. A Daniel come to judgement! yea, a

Daniel!

O wise young judge! how I do honour thee!

Por. I pray you, let me look upon the bond.

Shy. Here ’tis, most reverend doctor; here

it is.

Por. Shylock, there’s thrice thy money

offered thee.

Shy. An oath, an oath; I have an oath in

heaven:

Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

No, not for Venice.

Por.                     Why, this bond is forfeit;

And lawfully by this the Jew may claim

A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off

Nearest the merchant’s heart.—Be merciful!

Take thrice the money; bid me tear the bond.

Shy. When it is paid according to the tenor.—

It doth appear you are a worthy judge;

You know the law; your exposition

Hath been most sound: I charge you by the

law,

Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar,

Proceed to judgement: by my soul I swear

There is no power in the tongue of man

To alter me.—I stay here on my bond.

Ant. Most heartily I do beseech the court

To give the judgement.

Por.                            Why then, thus it is.

You must prepare your bosom for his knife:

Shy. O noble judge! O excellent young man!

Por. For the intent and purpose of the law

Hath full relation to the penalty,

Which here appeareth due upon the bond.

Shy. ‘Tis very true: O wise and upright

judge,

How much more elder art thou than thy looks!

Por. Therefore, lay bare your bosom.

Shy.                                     Ay, his breast:

So says the bond;—doth it not, noble judge?—

Nearest his heart: those are the very words.

Por. It is so. Are there balance here to weigh

The flesh?

Shy. I have them ready.

(On 1/27/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.


Be True To Thyself©

My Poem of the Day

(01/25/15)

Be true to thyself for
We are not what people see
But we are the things that we do
We can only become something better
If we are willing to accept ourselves
And change the flaws we find that come from within
Flaws are not what others think they are
But what they know within themselves is wrong
And only judge others by what they see wrong inside themselves
Wanting only for us to become what they are
We wouldn’t be ourselves if we were always desiring to be someone else


Still-discordant (adj.)

Still-discordant means always disagreeing, perpetually quarrelling.  Still-discordant is cited in William Shakespeare’s Henry IV Part 2 (2H4 Induction 19) Rumour alone says: The still-discordant wavering multitude.” Felina Silver Robinson

Henry IV Part 2 – Prologue – Rumour

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

[Clerk readsYour grace shall understand that, at

the receipt of your letter, I am very sick; but in the

instant that your messenger came, in loving visita-

tion was with me a young doctor of Rome; his name

is Balthazar: I acquainted him with the cause in

controversy between the Jew and Antonio the

merchant; we turned o’er many books together: he

is furnish’d with my opinion; which, better’d with

his own learning (the greatness whereof I cannot

enough commend), comes with him, at my impor-

tunity to fill up your grace’s request in my stead.

I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impedi-

ment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I

never knew so young a body with so old a head.

I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial

shall better publish his commendation.

Duke. You hear the learn’d Bellario, what he

writes:

And here, I take it, is the doctor come.—

Enter PORTIA, dressed like a doctor of laws.

Give me your hand: came you from old Bellario?

Por. I did, my lord.                                   [place.

Duke.             You are welcome: take your

Are you acquainted with the difference

That holds this present question in the court?

Por. I am informed throughly of the cause.

Which is the merchant here and which the

Jew?                                            [forth.

Duke. Antonio and old Shylock, both stand

Por. Is your name Shylock?

Shy.                        Shylock is my name.

Por. Of a strange nature is the suit you

follow:

Yet in such rue, that the Venetian law

Cannot impugn you as you do proceed.—

You stand within his danger, do you not?

[To ANTONIO.

Ant. Ay, so he says.

Por.                    Do you confess the bond?

Ant. I do.

Por.         Then must the Jew be merciful.

Shy. On what compulsion must I? tell me

that.

Por. The quality of mercy is not strain’d;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d;

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:

‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes

The throned monarch better than his crown,

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,

The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;

But mercy is above this scepter’d sway,—

It is enthroned in the heart of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God’s

When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,

Though justice be thy plea consider this—

That in the course of justice none of us

Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;

And that same prayer doth teach us all to

render

The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much

To mitigate the justice of thy please;

Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice

Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant

there.

(On 1/26/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.


SnowFall©

My Poem of the Day

lea in the snow

(01/24/15)

This morning to our delight we woke to a snowy surprise

Snow so simple, clean and pure

Here for a short time

To brighten our day

The more that comes

The longer it stays

Sometimes getting in the way

Then it can prolong your day

In a bad kind of way

Till they send the snow plows to clear the way

Followed by Sanders to make your ride safer

I watch eagerly hoping for more to fall

There’s nothing more amazing than the view once the snow falls


Up Where I Belong©

My Poem of the Day

(01/24/15)

Into the light I climb

No longer fearing where I’m going

knowing that you’ll be there to guide me

Everyone that I’ve lost will be there to greet me

Homeward bound I’m going

Now happy as can be

Someday joined by all the others I love

Peaceful, blissful happiness ahead

Thanks for leading me up where I belong