The Twelfth Night
I made a mistake in one of my blog posts the other day I said; "Watching 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare isn't really blog post worthy. Then My dad read the post. Now here I am trying to write a post about The Twelfth Night.
It was interesting and at times immensely funny. Some Shakespeare plays seem to me quite silly like Romeo and Juliet. But I have enjoyed a few of them like 'The Taming of the Shrew'. I think that how I first heard them has a lot to do with whether I like them or not. Shakespeare plays can be really confusing and if you have to sit there and analyze them no doubt they can be trying. But think, they weren't written to be analyzed they were plays! So will probably they will be most enjoyed as plays.
Though they were written a long time ago, the humor that comes from plays on words (which I really like) still works. To really enjoy Shakespeare you need to hear it. We watched the BBC performance of The Twelfth Night. At times they talked so fast what they were saying was hard to catch all of and of course it was all in Shakespearean. There was much that had the whole family laughing though, especially near the end.
When I first read The Taming of the Shrew my mum and I were both finding it so confusing. So what we did was get some people made of cardboard and write a name for the person on them and any other people they were pretending to be, or who they were servants, daughters ect. of. In each scene we would bring 'onto stage' whoever was in that scene. Then Mummy and I would read out what people said. Doing things that way made everything so much less confusing and enjoyable. After we had finished that we also watched a reproduction of it too.
A funny part of The Twelfth Night that was near the beginning is this.
Take the fool away.
Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:
besides, you grow dishonest.
Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Sir, I bade them take away you.
Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non
facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
Can you do it?
Dexterously, good madonna.
Make your proof.
I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse
of virtue, answer me.
Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
Good madonna, why mournest thou?
Good fool, for my brother's death.
I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
And now if you wish to know what else is funny about it then I bid you find a copy of it and watch and laugh. Well there you are Daddy a post on The Twelfth Night! And I didn't even spoil the story.