Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Herringbone

Shakespeare 'Measure for Measure'

(1.iv.5); the Duke disguises himself as a Friar, exercising the divine privileges of his office towards Juliet, Barnardine, Claudio, Pompey.  We hear of "the consecrated fount oa league below the city"  (IV.iii.99). The thought of death's eternal damnation, which is prominent in Hamlet, recurs in Claudio's speech:
Ay, but to die and go we know not where;
To lie in Cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear in death.
                                               (III.i.118-32)



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