From The Life of Edward II

From The Life of Edward the Second of England...



[A few facts on Ed from Britannia.com: Edward II lacked the royal dignity of his father and failed
miserably as king. He inherited his father's war with Scotland and displayed his ineptitude as a soldier. Disgruntled barons, already wary of Edward as Prince of Wales, sought to check his power from the beginning of his reign. He raised the ire of the nobility by lavishing money and other rewards upon his male favorites. Such extreme unpopularity would eventually cost Edward his life.]

Mortimer (sings):
The maids of England in widow’s weeds
Their lovers are rotting in Bannockbride’s reeds
Cry aheave and ho!
The King’s drums roll to override
The lament of the widows of Bannockbride
With a rom rombelow.

Edward:
Won’t you sing some more? Do you look upon
A kind as your ox to slaughter?
Is this a life for royalty?
Come, Gaveston, I’m still here
I have a foot to plant on vipers’ heads.
(Goes out with Gaveston)

Mortimer:
This means war.

Lancaster:
Neither the angels of heaven nor the devils of the sea
Will save the butcher’s son from England’s infantry.


Just thought I’d throw that out there. It’s from a new book I got of old plays: “Bertolt Brecht: Collected Plays, Volume 1.” I must say, it is disorientating, but I’ve had quite a disorientating day anyhow.

So today I went shopping for a bit, for women’s clothing to boot! No, this does not show a radical change in my usual attire—but rather my attempt to be a good helper. I like to think I did my job well...and everyone should wish Meg much luck on her interviews.

I opened the book after dealing with a rather unhappy situation. It made me think about poor Edward, a King for a day. Also it just made me realize that dear God, I am a 4th year and slowly freaking out to the fact that no I will not be back next year.

Also, it was one of those wake-up calls I usually go through when someone tells me of their unhappiness (usually by way of another person’s actions]. And that thought inevitable thought is, “Am I treating people well enough?”

Eh, the truth is not nearly well enough. But so it goes. I do make a madly good baked chicken. Perhaps I can make that for them? Everyone likes chicken right?

But side from that all is well.

Oh yes, we also had a cat for three days. And it was amazing—well how I went from saying “I hate cats and will eat them,” to buying it food. But alas, before we could even rename it, its owner came back and took it. And while I like to think that person had to rip it off our deck, something tells me this cat happily went with her. He was a very sweet cat, but not too smart. And it would follow anyone, anywhere, anytime.

I hope it’s happy. And I admit, it got to me—with those sweet eyes and darling meow. Everyone should have a cat.

So yes, I all hope you have enjoyed my most recent blog. Come back if you want more Brecht. I apologize for its brevity and its wobbling nature. Next time will be better, promise.

And be cautious: we sometimes forget that we can all be the butcher’s from time to time. In fact, it’s probably necessary. Can’t move on with cutting and chopping a few times over. But don’t go too far, our neither heaven nor hell we save you. Run! Run!

Oh a positive note, all should come to the next WASH meeting. Not only will there be some good lits, Noah and Charlie (with their respective provies] seem ready to rock the house with a sweet debate.

Just ask Eddie.

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