If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen in such an assembly.
- Rumor in Shakespeare’s Henry IV, part 2 (epilogue)
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Little bit of useless theatre history and trivia, “If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs?” From that epilogue? Most Shakespeare-era plays ended with the actors all cavorting on stage, doing a dance of some kind. “The jig is up?” Yes, they would dance a little jig.
Come next Monday, “The jig is up.” The cycles have come full circle. We have arrived. Or, at least, we’re at the “End of the beginning,” to misquote another plucky Brit (Churchill).
Capricorn:As an Austin (Capricorn town) pedestrian, for lo, those many years, I was interested in rain, and rain-proof attire. Towards that end, throwback to motorcycle riding days, the preferred attire was a heavy, English, waxed-canvas jacket. Or really, a rain-suit. The heavy waxed canvas, the waxed, heavy tarpaulin material, allegedly Egyptian cotton duck, was both warm and pretty good at repelling an English-style rain. Good for an Austin flood. I live in South Texas, now.
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