Duke Son Annotations
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Act 2, Scene 1 | Original Text | Modern Text | | Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS, like foresters | DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS enter, dressed like foresters. |
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15 | DUKE SENIOR Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,Hath not old custom made this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from peril than the envious court?Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,The seasons' difference, as the icy fangAnd churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,“This is no flattery. These are counselorsThat feelingly persuade me what I am.”Sweet …show more content…
Within this roofThe enemy of all your graces lives.Your brother—no, no brother—yet the son—Yet not the son, I will not call him son—Of him I was about to call his fatherHath heard your praises, and this night he meansTo burn the lodging where you use to lie,And you within it. If he fail of that,He will have other means to cut you off.I overheard him and his practices.This is no place, this house is but a butchery.Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. | ADAM Oh, unlucky boy! Don’t walk through these doors. In this house lives a man who despises all that is good in you. Oliver, your brother—no, not your brother; and yet he’s the son—but no, I won’t call him the son—of that great man I was about to call his father, has heard about how well you did in the wrestling match, and tonight he’s planning on burning your house down, with you in it. And if he fails at that, he will find other ways to kill you. I overheard him and his plans. This is no place for you; this home is now a slaughterhouse. Hate it, fear it, do not come inside. …show more content…
I do desire you to sing.Come, more, another stanzo. Call you 'em “stanzos”? | JAQUES I don’t want you to please me, I want you to sing. Come on, another stanza—is that what you call 'em, “stanzas”? | | AMIENS What you will, Monsieur Jaques. | AMIENS Call them whatever you want, Monsieur Jaques. | | JAQUES Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing. Will you sing? | JAQUES Nah, I don’t care what their names are; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? |
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Act 2, Scene 5, Page 2 | Original Text | Modern Text | 20 | AMIENS More at your request than to please myself. | AMIENS Okay, but only because you want me to. | | JAQUES Well then, if ever I thank any man, I’ll thank you. But that they call “compliment” is like th' encounter of two dog- apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing. And you that will not, hold your tongues. | JAQUES Well then, if I’ve ever thanked a man, I’ll thank you now. But two men complimenting each other is like two baboons getting together. Whenever a man compliments me, I feel like he’s a beggar and I just gave him a penny—an embarrassing exchange. Come on, sing—and those of you who won’t sing, shut up.
Act 2, Scene 1 | Original Text | Modern Text | | Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS, like foresters | DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS enter, dressed like foresters. |
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15 | DUKE SENIOR Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,Hath not old custom made this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from peril than the envious court?Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,The seasons' difference, as the icy fangAnd churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,“This is no flattery. These are counselorsThat feelingly persuade me what I am.”Sweet …show more content…
Within this roofThe enemy of all your graces lives.Your brother—no, no brother—yet the son—Yet not the son, I will not call him son—Of him I was about to call his fatherHath heard your praises, and this night he meansTo burn the lodging where you use to lie,And you within it. If he fail of that,He will have other means to cut you off.I overheard him and his practices.This is no place, this house is but a butchery.Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. | ADAM Oh, unlucky boy! Don’t walk through these doors. In this house lives a man who despises all that is good in you. Oliver, your brother—no, not your brother; and yet he’s the son—but no, I won’t call him the son—of that great man I was about to call his father, has heard about how well you did in the wrestling match, and tonight he’s planning on burning your house down, with you in it. And if he fails at that, he will find other ways to kill you. I overheard him and his plans. This is no place for you; this home is now a slaughterhouse. Hate it, fear it, do not come inside. …show more content…
I do desire you to sing.Come, more, another stanzo. Call you 'em “stanzos”? | JAQUES I don’t want you to please me, I want you to sing. Come on, another stanza—is that what you call 'em, “stanzas”? | | AMIENS What you will, Monsieur Jaques. | AMIENS Call them whatever you want, Monsieur Jaques. | | JAQUES Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing. Will you sing? | JAQUES Nah, I don’t care what their names are; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? |
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Act 2, Scene 5, Page 2 | Original Text | Modern Text | 20 | AMIENS More at your request than to please myself. | AMIENS Okay, but only because you want me to. | | JAQUES Well then, if ever I thank any man, I’ll thank you. But that they call “compliment” is like th' encounter of two dog- apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing. And you that will not, hold your tongues. | JAQUES Well then, if I’ve ever thanked a man, I’ll thank you now. But two men complimenting each other is like two baboons getting together. Whenever a man compliments me, I feel like he’s a beggar and I just gave him a penny—an embarrassing exchange. Come on, sing—and those of you who won’t sing, shut up.