tirsdag 26. oktober 2010

Shakespeare på en tirsdag

Leser du noe kjekt for tiden? For tiden er jeg langt inn i Shakespeares verden, ettersom jeg holder på med underholdningsromanen Shakespeares hemmelighet av Jennifer Lee Carrell. I så måte presenterer jeg ett av favorittutdraget mitt fra den store skald, nemlig Jaques monolog fra komedien As You Like It (1600), som handler om at vi alle spiller ulike roller i et langt livsskuespill, ut i fra hvem vi er, og hvor vi er i livet:

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

(Kilde http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/28900.html, monolog hentet fra akt II, scene VII)

Ingen kommentarer:

Legg inn en kommentar