Tuesday, 16 July 2013

My favourite Shakespearean joke

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Glendower: Cousin, of many men 
    I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
    To tell you once again that at my birth
    The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
    The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
    Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
    These signs have mark'd me extraordinary,
    And all the courses of my life do show
    I am not in the roll of common men.
    Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
    That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
    Which calls me pupil or hath read to me?
    And bring him out that is but woman's son
    Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
    And hold me pace in deep experiments.
 
Hotspur: I think there's no man speaks better Welsh. I'll to
dinner.
 
Mortimer: Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
 
Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
 
Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man;
    But will they come when you do call for them?


From Henry IV Part i.

ftp://ftp.ibiblio.org/pub/docs/books/gutenberg/etext99/1ws1911.txt