humanities.lit.authors.shakespeare

Roundtable wrote:
>
> At one point, Prospero says:
>
> 'Tis time
> I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
> And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
> [Lays down his mantle]
> Lie there, my art.
>
> But later on he says something about "an hair".
>
> Now I know some people love to say ERBS and OTEL instead of
> herbs and hotel, (UGH!) (it's supposed to be upper class and
> just sounds cockney, if you ask me)
> and I know one doesn't pronounce the H in
> heir, but one does so,very much so, in hair.
> So it is A hair and never AN hair.
> (And never ever AIR, I'M A AIRY GUY!")
>
> So, my question - is Prospero laying down
> his mantle and perhaps saying to Miranda :
>
> "Lie there my heart."
>
> Because later on she does fall asleep, n'est-ce pas?
>
> Or is this a kind of pun on art and 'eart?
.
Nobody would dare make a pun on Art & 'eart.
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Roundtable wrote:
>
> Now don't be too hard on me, remember my constant,
> blood-pressure-medication-induced dizziness. You have
> a faint woman on your hands, be gentle with me.
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Well, it can't be the Swiss altitude:
Lucerne elevation : 436 m
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Shake-speare always uses
*MY ART* in the normal sense:
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All's Well That Ends Well Act 2, Scene 1
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HELENA: *MY ART* is not past power nor you past cure.
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Romeo and Juliet Act 5, Scene 3

FRIAR LAURENCE: Then gave I her, so tutor'd by *MY ART*,
. A sleeping potion; which so took effect
. As I intended, for it wrought on her
. The form of death:
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. Sonnet 78
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In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And ARTs with thy sweet graces graced be;
. But thou art all *MY ART* and dost advance
. As high as learning my rude ignorance.
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. The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 2
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PROSPERO. 'Tis time
. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
. And pluck my *MAGIC* garment from me. So:
.
. [Lays down his mantle]
.
. Lie there, *MY ART*. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
. The very virtue of compassion in thee,
. I have with such provision in *MINE ART*
. So safely ordered that there is no soul--
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Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango
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I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
.
Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
.
At your command
Before you here I stand,
*MY HEART* is in my hand. ecch!
it's here that I must be.
*MY HEART* entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your *HEART* is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.
.
My soul is on fire,
it's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.
.
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Every time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.
.
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango.
.
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's *MY HEART* .
Excuse me!
.
Take your cigarette from it's holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
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Art Neuendorffer