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GUEST Post: Translating Shakespeare to “Modern English”: A Defence

Translating Shakespeare spans centuries and many languages. Late in the 20thC it has become the turn of Early Modern English to be made into Modern English. Many are against this practice. I mean would we do the same for Middleton or Marlowe? Then neither of those has the place in the curricula of modern education that Sh does. And this seems to be the reason why these modern english translations are happening.

It is with pleasure then that I accepted the offer of No Sweat Shakespeare to do this guest post. Enjoy and if you have comments please post them on the FB group page.

Academics interested in the works of Shakespeare often ask the question: ‘Is it necessary to translate Shakespeare’s texts into “modern” English?’ Some take the view that it is but most argue against it.

Although my website, NoSweatShakespeare.com is a site that focuses on translating Shakespeare into modern English and although I have spent a great deal of time translating Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets, I actually agree with those who say it’s unnecessary. Unnecessary as it is, though, it is harmless and can be useful.

The well known linguistician, David Crystal, professor of linguistics at Bangor University in Wales, argues eloquently against translation. His main point is that Shakespeare’s texts already are in Early Modern English, with the language already well developed in the form that we use today.

He is right, of course, and he doesn’t just make that point: he goes on to demonstrate it with facts and shows that ninety percent of Shakespeare’s words, for example, are modern English words still in use.

Other arguments against translation are that it’s a kind of dumbing down that would destroy, for the readers of translations, the challenge that Shakespeare’s texts offers; that the rhythms of Shakespeare’s poetry are ruined in translation, and that the multiple meanings produced by his poetry disappear.

All of this is undoubtedly true. However, one has to ask the question why it is that modern English translations are so popular among teachers and students, to the point where there is fierce competition among those who produce them for the growing market. Student forums on the internet abound with questions about where one can get a translation of a particular line of text or Shakespeare quote, or a scene in one of Shakespeare’s plays.

Many years ago, as an English teacher, I took a special interest in ways of introducing and teaching Shakespeare texts to children and young people. During the last quarter of a century a great deal of work has been done on that and now, with a good teacher, a student can have a wonderful Shakespeare experience in the classroom.

In those days, when I was exploring the subject, I used various methods to introduce Shakespeare in the classroom but I felt that there must be something I could do to hand the play over to the students before the actual study of the text began – to allow them to take possession of it and then want to explore the actual text.

I came up with the idea of creating a novelised version of Macbeth. It would be full of action, suspense, violence – a great story with ‘real’ characters with whom readers would identify. They would be able to read it independently of the teacher. Or the teacher could read it with them.

I began work on it. I found, exactly like David Crystal, that the language was almost exactly the English that we use today. But set out as a play, it was alien to student taste.

We should always remember that for Elizabethan writers the text was unimportant: the important thing was the performance. In fact, it was the only thing. Members of the public of the time never read a text – even the actors never read a full text.

In our time we study the text as a piece of literature and often a student will study the text and never see a performance. So the student is looking at the play in a way never dreamt of by its author, which is bound to be problematic in many ways.

Moreover, students rarely go away and read play scripts on their own so they are unfamiliar with that form. A play script is, after all, a most alienating thing. My aim was to create a step between the student and the Shakespeare text, using a form familiar to, and loved by, her, which would not only give her a complete view of the play – its story, its themes and its characters, but also of the language.

I therefore resolved to write something that felt like a novel in the reading but leave the language as intact as possible. However, there are some archaic words, some words whose meaning has changed completely, and some constructions, because of the density of the poetry, that are difficult to unravel.

So my approach was to use Shakespeare’s language and tweak it a bit to make it read fluidly, with the student not having to interrupt the read to try and understand something. She doesn’t have to stop reading a well-written novel to try and work something out so my top priority was to imitate that fluidity. That meant that it had to sound ‘modern’ to the reader’s ear and the result was that Shakespeare’s rhythms were lost for the most part.

It also meant that much of the depth created by the poetry had to go – multiple meanings had to be sacrificed to the needs of an unambiguous, straight read.

However, Shakespeare’s language is still there, almost intact, in the translation. I also used bits of descriptive dialogue to create the kind of authorial narrative that novelists create, giving the text a seamless forward thrust. And in every other way I used the novelist’s methods, retaining Shakespeare’s language wherever possible.

When I began using a modern English translation of Shakespeare in the classroom I found a response that went even beyond my hopes. Children read the text and then were able to talk about the plot, the ideas and the characters, before even catching a glimpse of the Shakespeare text. Their enthusiasm for the play was very satisfying as a teacher. The subsequent engagement with the text was then a teacher’s dream.

And, so, while agreeing with those critics of Shakespeare translations, in practice they can be very useful: the kind of translation I’ve referred to is a powerful item in the English teacher’s toolbox.

The use of the tool does not mean that the student avoids the Shakespeare text. That would, of course, depend on the teacher but if a teacher does not proceed to the text they, not, the translated text, is at fault.

By Warren King, NoSweatShakespeare

Daily Shlinkage...

SERIOUS
David Bevington on Shakespeare and Biography
Borrowers and Lenders Online journal.

NOT SO SERIOUS


Professor Mary Beard does a blog post on Juliet’s Balcony

Shakespeare Monument Bust
Bisexual Bard again

FUNNY

CRAZY

Ah, out of the mouths of babes!
Christina Lee
Time travel back to Elizabethan times would solve the riddle of the authorship problem.

Revenge Rape and Murder in Titus Andronicus...

Revenge, Rape and Murder in Titus Andronicus: How many and why they happen?

Act.Scene: 1.1

1. MURDER. Alarbus (son of Tamora, Queen of the Goths) limbs lopped off and entrails removed and burned by the remaining 4 sons of Titus. Happens offstage.

2. MURDER. Mutius (son of Titus) stabbed by his father for stopping him going after Bassianus and Lavinia.

Act.Scene: 2.3

3. MURDER. Bassianus (brother to Emperor Saturninus and newly wed with Lavinia) stabbed and thrown into a pit by Demetrius and Chiron (sons of Tamora) for threatening to expose Aaron’s affair with Tamora.

Aaron then sets up Martius and Quintus (sons of Titus) for the murder of Bassianus with a faked letter and buried gold. And urges Chiron and Demetrius to the following…

4. Rape and Mutilation Lavinia (daughter of Titus and recently bereaved wife of Bassanius) raped and mutilated (hands chopped off and tongue cut out) by Demetrius and Chiron. Her uncle Marcus finds her and delivers some 25 lines of verse whilst she bleeds idly by.

Act.Scene: 3.1

5. Mutilation. Titus hand chopped off by Aaron. Supposedly setting his sons free by doing this.

7. + 8. MURDER. The heads of Martius and Quintus plus his hand are returned to him soon after. This drives him mad.

Act.Scene: 3.2

9. MURDER. Marcus (brother to Titus, uncle to his kids) stabs a fly to death. Titus tells him off for doing so, until Marcus says the fly was black like Aaron.

Act.Scene: 4.2

10. MURDER. Nurse (who brings the bastard child of Aaron and Tamora for Aaron to kill) is in turn stabbed by Aaron. She squeals like a pig as she dies. Weke, weke, he says.

11. MURDER. The midwife is killed by Demetrius and Chiron on Aaron’s orders. Happens offstage.

Act.Scene: 4.4

13. MURDER. A clown who brings a letter and some pigeons along with a knife from Titus is hanged by Saturninus (the emperor). Happens offstage. Titus has been bothering Saturninus by shooting burning arrows into Rome.

Act.Scene: 5.2

14. + 15. MURDER. Chiron and Demetrius have their throats slit by Titus and Lavinia collects their blood in a basin. Their bones are crushed and made into a paste and their heads are baked in a pie.

Act.Scene: 5.3

16. MURDER. Lavinia is stabbed by her father Titus at a dinner where Tamora has just eaten the pie made of her sons.

17. MURDER. Titus stabs Tamora.

18. MURDER. Saturninus stabs Titus.

19. MURDER. Saturninus is stabbed by Lucius (last remaining son of Titus who has raised an army of Goths and is also attending the banquet).

20. MURDER. Aaron is buried to the chest in the earth and starved to death on the new emperor Lucius’ orders.

21. Aaron’s baby presumably gets a pass and isn’t murdered.

The Peacham drawing is one of the earliest stage drawings of Titus Andronicus. There is some controversy as to whether it represents Sh’s version or a German translation of it.

Found the Dutch version of Aaron and Titus by working-class poet Jan Vos (John the Fox). Still curious about those other German translations of Sh plays published in 1620 under the name of Tragodien und Komodien: Titus en Aaron can be read at this linkage for the Dutch readers. All links open in a new window.

Obviously then Titus has history and was a popular hit in his time. The wiki-wik file for Titus is long and can be read here.

But is it a fiction of Sh’s creation? Or is it based on this chapbook? Or is it based on this ballad? Both are anonymous and undated. Whatever…

Titus is often reviled as infra dig and too bloody and too early to be any good. But it stands as a guide to themes that will be explored in Sh’s later works.

The play starts with and raises the question of hereditary succession to a throne. Our hero Titus is offered the throne and refuses. The warrior who refuses to become politician. Shades here of Bolingbroke in Henry the fourth, Macbeth, and Coriolanus.

Aaron is universally acknowledged as the most evil character in Shakespeare. Check his words. (And note the killing the fly reference).

Lucius asks:
Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Aaron replies:
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,—
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men’s cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg’d up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends’ doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
‘Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.’
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

In Aaron we find shades of other Shakespeare nasties such as Iago in Othello and Edmund the bastard in King Lear. Or even Richard the humpbacked King.

Madness is another theme dealt with whether pretended or real as in Hamlet and again King Lear.

The flaring up of passions from nowhere as Titus taking his brother Marcus to task for killing that fly is reminiscent of Leontes flash of Jealousy in Winter’s Tale.

A phrase like ‘let it be so’ is found in act 1 scene 1 line 168 (Open Source Shakespeare. Try this plug in for searching their works from your own browser).

Shakespeare’s words website found me 11 results for that exact same phrase:

King John II.i.408 let it be so. Say, where will you assault?
King John IV.ii.67 let it be so. I do commit his youth
King John V.vii.96 let it be so. And you, my noble prince,
King Lear I.i.108 let it be so! Thy truth then be thy dower!
King Lear I.iv.302 let it be so. I have another daughter,
Othello I.iii.284.2 let it be so.
The Merchant of Venice MV II.ii.105 but let it be so hasted that supper
The Merchant of Venice MV V.i.300 let it be so.
The Merry Wives of Windsor MW V.v.235.2 let it be so. Sir John,
The Two Noble Kinsmen TNK V.i.33.1

Speaking of verbal parallels how about Demetrius talking about getting Lavinia without resorting to harsher methods in

Tit II.i.82:
She is a woman therefore would be wooed. She is a woman therefore would be won.

Kinda echoes Pandarus with his:
our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant being won: in act 3 scene 2.

or Don Pedro in Much Ado about Nothing:
Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won:

How about Theseus in MND I.i.17:
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword,
And won thy love doing thee injuries;

And now it’s starting to get parallel phrasing with Suffolk in Henry 6th part one, V.iii.78:
She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

And a final parallel phrasing in Richard 3rd just coz it’s getting late and i want to post this. R3 I.ii.228:
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night

The Oxford story in details the discussion can be found at blogging shakespeare:

William Ray 10 hours ago in reply to William Sutton:

Good questions. Oxford brought the Italian style to England, what is called ‘the English Renaissance’. There was no antecedent, so it was a catch-phrase for an outburst of innovation and talent.

Oxford’s secretaries were Mundy and Lyly, usually said to be “influences” on Shakespeare. It was the other way round. Mundy and Lyly “wrote” nothing after leaving his employ.

(please, click the names above for the wikilink which lays out their writing from 1584-1602).

But they were experienced stage managers and the plays are lively with action and entertaining exchanges, just on the unprecedented level of aristocratic manners, which the public had never seen before.

Oxford also sponsored a college of writers, the University Wits and others, which continued the ‘Renaissance’ in the next generation, those who lived to do so. Recall that Jonson’s praises for ‘Shakespeare’s’ contemporary playwrights specified “sporting Kid or Marlowe”, and Lily. These were of the 1580′s well before Shakspere even arrived in London. Broad hint there as to who ‘Shakespeare’ really was.

Shakespeare’s/Oxford’s popularity was based first on the near-lurid Venus and Adonis and the also youthfully appealing Lucrece, before Shakespeare as a label ever got associated with the plays.

Then presto a dozen anonymous plays were ‘Shakespeare’s’. It sounds like a set-up deal and was, via the Meres’ announcement, but in such a form as to hint to puzzle-readers Oxford and Shakespeare were one and the same playwright.

(You’ll notice by clicking the link on Meres that he was a minister. You’d think he might have some regard for truth and honesty. You’d also think from Billy Ray’s comment that Palladis Tamia was written to promote this puzzle. Judge for yourself).

It is incorrect to say the assumption of love between Elizabeth Trenton is based on a phrase in her will. He wrote her a quite famous acrostic poem that is clearly loving and admiring.

Can you cite where I can find it and that french letter too? Oo-er)!

The character of Portia the legally skilled (cross-dressed) (love trannies) lawyer in Merchant of Venice is also based on her highly respected attempts to apply equity law more broadly in English law, not automatically applying the precedents of common law that unfairly denied justice.

There were almost no other women lawyers in England. (or even any at all) True, she had money and that saved his creative career, so he could rewrite the 1570-80′s court plays and present them in public, and finish the tragedies.

His support for the Earl’s Colne school continued even when he was destitute, from tenant taxes owed to him from the estate.

About the missing will, it is indeed curious, but Camden suggested that the powers that were (Cecils) thought they could eliminate present events from future memory.

Oxford’s probably thousands of literary letters do not exist, (convenient that) only the mining and other unflattering begging letters, to go with the Howard defamations. They did not turn up missing somehow.

About his grave, Percival Golding said it was in Francis Vere’s family vault, although his wife’s will implies it was near their King’s Place estate. That is covered over now. Nobody knows. In the present defensive climate, I don’t expect an officially approved wire-camera to search the Vere vault at Westminster.

(Here’s a link to the Oxford page up to their extinction after the 20th Earl).

On “rival companies”, a big Alan Nelson bugaboo. (Why would he give plays to rival companies when he had two of his own?) The Shakespeare plays are listed as performed by Lord Chamberlain’s Men, Pembrokes, Derbys, and Sussex’s companies,

because one, Oxford’s Men and Oxford’s Boys disappeared by 1590, and two, Oxford was not concerned with the money to be gained, but with the plenary education and cultural understanding to be gained.

(And no one knew this better than Elizabeth, whatever revulsion her advisors felt. He had royal protection).

(For what it was worth, his reputation. His penury must have been shaming beyond belief. Just like Timon. Though why Shakspere couldn’t have thought of that I don’t know.)

He may have been the last stubborn feudalist, contemptuous of money and money-makers, to a fault.

(Even Prince Hal/King Henry didn’t fraternise with the hoi polloi too much or too long. Our Shakespere suffers with poor Francis as any SNug in learning lines. He gives his Athenian craftsmen literacy. He gives a dignity to all his characters that is filled by the actor playing that role. The words are the thing that spin the story in your heart and mind. Pray God you have some!

His characters are also true to their sources and therefore already part of discourse and unnecessary to have been created by a genius noble mind.

His imaginative use of verse further deepens the drama of the time. If played well. Badly, the scorn of the backstage. The same applies today and I don’t care if it’s Shakespeare or Jonson or Middleton or Marlowe that’s playing.

Lastly, Jonson’s 1641 discussion of praise for ‘Shakespeare’s’ not blotting (smudging) a line. Then he said he wished he had crossed out a thousand. The repetition of praises for high skill seemed sincere–a prodigal talent, spoken from the underlying knowledge of the actual author’s skills.

(ah yes Ben Jonson and his manservant follower of fashion in the Tribe of Ben. Ben was actually the SHakespeare superstar of the time. His first work in theatre anecdotally thanks to the Lord Chamberlain’s Men given a boost.

His patron who never had anything to do with Oxford/ShO-Xpeare. Where’s that connection in Oxfordian accounts?

His city comedies and scathing local characters were a massive hit in the late 1590′s. Ben doubled up with Inigo Jone’s in the early 1600′s especially after Liza died, and Oxford too. His roots were in Scotland, actually the borders which is a different kettle of fish.

The other side of the ambiguity was to humanize ‘him’ as lively almost wild in temperament and quite capable of error. This instead of the ‘Monster’ (colossus) portrayed in the First Folio. Neither description, 1623 or 1641, had anything to do with Shakspere. You can see what his script looks like.

I looked at a letter written in French by de Vere when he was fourteen. He not only didn’t make a single mistake in fine French, the calligraphy is perfect. I believe it was this seemingly effortless artistic talent as much as the dramatic talent that impressed Jonson.

The more you read the elegy, the more obvious it is as a mixed message. The numerological cues confirm this impression. Seventeen words in the title, seventeen lines before Jonson writes, now I will begin, seventeen authors listed in the elegy, Shakespeare repeated four (four=vier=Vere) times, the references to the 1580′s playwrights, internal Latin puns about the AUTHORity of genius being confirmed by punishment, allusions to Oxford’s praise of Spenser and Harvey’s praise of Oxford, the similarity of the elegy beginning to a tribute Jonson had written to Susan Vere Herbert. It hasn’t been fully analyzed from the right angle yet.

End of comments so far. I’m not doing this to piss on Oxfordian’s parades. It’s for my own sanity. Doubt Falstaff, doubt the world.

I think Shakspere would see these comments as fighting words! Especially if he was that boor as in Anon. (He slices Marlowe’s throat right? ROTFLMAO)! I still don’t see it working out as the world suddenly turning en masse towards Oxenforde. Or re-writing history, literature, biographies. Much likelier he did it the same as his contemporary poets and playwrights.

You can’t control a creative environment. You have to go with the flow. But you suggest a conspiracy so large too many would have known. That’s why the anagrams and ever veres are so irritating. Coz if it’s that simple how come the close readers of the time missed it. And all the evidence of marginalia shows us they were close readers. See the Meisei Univ folio for the proof.

Who was in on this conspiracy? Besides the fact it was known in print i.e. public knowledge Oxford wrote plays and poems and anyone who could read would know. The stigma comes from the public stage presentations. I ass-u-me. Hyphens intentional.

Sh the actor knew both crafts of writing and playing. Oxenforde could never have acted on the public stage. Never. Pun intended. Private stage and the Courtly absolutely. He was definitely not to be discounted.

I believe too he had an influence on early modern private theatre but not the public stage. Too many grubby hands a Shakspere wouldn’t have minded shaking, if a man’s spirit needed lifting.

Romanticising biography stops here. But it is true. Reading Shakespeare, even a simple soliloquy, lifts your spirits and engages your everything.

Your ShO-Xpeare is priviliged by birth. That leads to the snob assertion. Noblesse oblige and all that jazz. You might be common born or peasant raised, but your candidate ain’t. The link ain’t hard to make. Your guy was coddled and groomed and then FUBAR. Still a leading Earl, a nobody at Court since the Armada and his refusal of the traditionally family post at Harwich. You’ll have me believe he served with the Bonaventure the ship that wasn’t his. Maxed out on credit but could still sell the noble patronage down the river with plays meant for the stage. SO his bright idea was what exactly?

Here follow individual interpretations and a fragmented further argument commences where nobody agrees on the exact events, or insists they do have knowledge of the exact events.

When we know that all our evidence and its multiple and far reaching conclusions do accumulate to where you must accept the record as it stands. There is no need to doubt.

Just maybe like your guy wanted to be anonymous. SO did ours. He had a good thing going and it kept him and his family well. Physician heal thyself!

Another thing I like about Sh, whoever he be, he hates sycophants and they are found on all levels of society, depending on their need. Yech! Imagining Shoxperd looking down his nose, no problem. Shakspere uses gently and rounds his argument and teases it out either in words and phrases or particular attention to the verse to heighten some dramatic moment from the underdog’s and the victor’s pov.

There’s a humanity, in his middle and lower class characters, howsoever dim they be. They are by no means the humpty dumpty cut outs other writers of the time were churning out. He makes fun of the development in verse, whilst being at the cutting edge of that verse writing. (at least in the top ten of his contemporaries).

Everyone knew who he was. If he wasn’t the writer and actor, then why did his contemporaries, some of whom had extremely vicious pens, not say anything? Or do they? And we’re not reading it right.

Your man, ShOXperd, Plagued by Troubles with all his houses, mostly of his own causing. I also don’t believe he’s either Elizabeth’s sister aunt mother, or builder of gilded monuments with her for Southampton’s rose. Quirky and kinky, but unprovable. And not evidence you would actually want to use. Really.

Willy Ray I hope you take this in the spirit of the argument. There is nothing personal in this except our differing views on something, I think we can safely say, we both love and are passionate about. I wish you as much enjoyment as I derive from Sh.

But your pov on the SHOXfordian (one who must not be named by the ESTABLISHMENT) holds together with bee spit and cobwebby strands that burst apart when touched with the truth you so hotly desire.

But then there’s the thing it’s meant to be that fragile. Not meal to mouth’s wing wrote some poet about Shakspere.

I have a confession. When i read your posts I like to use a very RP accent. It’s hilarious! Or rather binnen pret, as the Dutch say; inside fun, its translation. Since you’re from California I suspect your actual voice is rather different.

These then are some of the questions we like to ask. Our candidate passes the test on what you require of a poet playwright and provides a circular argument conclusively identifying him as the author and the actor.

On the other hand you make my candidate mentally, morally, and ethically deficient in the basics of human discourse. Then why did OXford choose him?

Alternatively you can imagine the actor, but not him being the playwright. Then it follows he must have been a pretty good actor because he was playing for the Queen too. 1594, him Kempe and Burbage, revels accounts.

All the stuff that Kathman and Reedy write about in HOW we know SH wrote Sh. Every person who believes SH wrote SH, or is doubting, should read this document first. If you’re already infected with Shoxfordianism, reading this should make your blood boil and seethe your brains!

(obviously working in the case of WIlliam J Ray’s responses to Tom Reedy, co-author. Shout out to the 44-calibre Shakespeare’s Humphrey)!

HHH and Catholic Will

I found this expose of Sh’s life on a link to Judge Stephen’s in the Wall Street Journal. The triple H is the German professor Hildegard Hammerschmidt-Hummel. She’s one of us BUT she is a believer in Catholic Shakespeare.

At least her scenario gives poor Will of Stratford a chance to actually live and breathe. And gain an education. Ever since I first read of Jesuit drama I thought it may have an influence on WIll’s (as well as others and members of a theatre going public) development.

But then Catholic Shakespeare is ruled a heresy in Orthodoxy. All the pieces are put together by Triple H from education to death mask. There is no mystery. So agree or not agree? Judge for yourself:

William Shakespeare: The Features, Education and Diseases of a Genius

The genius of William Shakespeare, the creator of immortal works for the stage who is celebrated today as an icon of world literature, was already fully recognised in his own day.

One drama in particular, Hamlet, after 400 years still among the most fascinating, most read, most frequently staged, most discussed and surely most intensively studied plays of all time, had a profound emotional effect on its contemporary audience, in part because of its dangerous political content.

However, the student youth of his day had a penchant for Romeo and Juliet, and eagerly devoured his lubricious verse epic, Venus and Adonis. According to one literary source, they kept a copy of the text under their pillow, and hung a picture of the author above their bed.

As befitted the famous author, Shakespeare’s family had a lavish funerary monument erected to him, in the Jacobean Renaissance style. It was a monument that can be classed among the funerary memorials of scholars and writers of Tudor and Stuart times, to which Shakespeare as an outstanding poet was entitled.

It was embellished with a coloured, true-to-life limestone bust, based on a death mask, and bore eulogising inscriptions putting the deceased on a par with the great literary authorities of classical antiquity (Nestor, Socrates, and Virgil).

In 1623 his actor colleagues and friends published the first edition of his plays, in which they included for the first time those dramas that were politically explosive. (say what)?

Perhaps the most precious book in the world, the First Folio contains a frontispiece engraving depicting the dramatist, proclaiming his ‘work-author identity’ and thus safeguarding Shakespeare’s intellectual property. Many laudatory poems were included in the volume.

This early homage to the poet was negated, however, by the effect of the English Civil War from which the iconoclastic Puritans emerged victorious. Stratford-upon-Avon did not escape their ravages, which almost certainly included serious damage to Shakespeare’s bust in Holy Trinity Church.

But where, one may ask, did Shakespeare, the son of John and Mary Shakespeare of Stratford-upon-Avon in Warwickshire, obtain his sound education in the humanities and also his early training as a playwright?

It all has to do with the change in religion. Just like hundreds of Catholic parents in England at that time, the Shakespeares, adherents to the old faith, must also have sent their son William to the then only Catholic English College on the Continent at Douai (which was moved to Rheims from 1578 to 1593) as soon as he had reached the entrance age of fourteen. This was in 1578.

The Shakespeares knew that they were breaking the law. It was the English ambassador to France who advised his government to punish the parents of these students severely.

Hitherto it could not be explained why John Shakespeare was summoned to appear before the Queen’s Bench in Westminster in 1580 – together with 140 other persons from all over the country. At that time the number of students at the English College was c. 140. (need to see more info on this)

It is no accident that William, who would have finished his studies in 1580, was employed as an illegal Catholic teacher or tutor in the household of Alexander Hoghton in Lancashire. Hoghton’s brother, Thomas de Hoghton, the head of the family, had left his native England for reasons of conscience and emigrated to Flanders in the late 1560s. He was a close friend of the founder of the English College (William Allen, formerly a fellow at Oxford University) and had helped building it. He also left the college 100 pounds when he died.

It is significant that the theatrical performances at Douai/Rheims were modelled on the great Jesuit theatre of the time. The Jesuits were astonishingly indifferent to Aristotle’s concept of the Three Unities of Action, Place, and Time. They preferred hybrid forms of drama, and tragicomedy in particular.

All this can easily be recognised in Shakespeare’s theatre. It was the English College at Douai/Rheims where the young Shakespeare must have obtained his academic education and his early theatrical training and practice.[1]

Despite his illustrious literary career, the playwright was only 49 years old when he withdrew to the seclusion of his Stratford retreat.

He died three years later – probably as the result of a systemic skin sarcoidosis, an internal disease to which all organs are vulnerable, and which leads to death normally after many years.

The outer signs of this illness can be seen in all four likenesses of Shakespeare whose authenticity I was able to establish,[2] working closely with many scientists and academics from other disciplines, including a number of medics and experts from the German Federal Bureau of Criminal Investigation (BKA = CID or FBI).

All the tests used to establish identity led to the same unexpected and sensational result, namely that all the images investigated show the same man: William Shakespeare, taken from life.

The symptoms – in the same location each time, though reproduced at different stages of development – diagnosed by the medics show that the artists must have seen them on the living model or that they were extant in Shakespeare’s face after his death.

Thus they are significant indicators that the Chandos and Flower portraits, the Davenant bust and the Darmstadt Shakespeare death mask are true-to-life or true-to-nature representations of Shakespeare.

The thoroughly researched and publicly documented morphological and pathological characteristics of Shakespeare’s face now form a kind of catalogue of criteria, which can be applied whenever the claim is made that a well-known or newly-discovered portrait represents Shakespeare.

The Janssen portrait in the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, DC, and the Cobbe portrait in the collection of Alec Cobbe, have both been tested for authenticity.

The investigations showed that the painter of the Janssen portrait was quite familiar with Shakespeare’s characteristic features and with the symptoms of his early-stage illnesses.

The artist who painted the Cobbe picture, however, was not acquainted with all the morphological characteristics of Shakespeare’s face, and in particular was unaware of pathological details, apart from a slight swelling of the left upper eyelid, of which there is only a ‘suggestion’ in his portrait.

Therefore the Cobbe picture can hardly be an authentic portrait of William Shakespeare painted from life. Neither can it have served as the model for the Droeshout engraving.

Hildegard Hammerschmidt-Hummel
Johannes Gutenberg University of Mainz

[1] See H. Hammerschmidt-Hummel, The Life and Times of William Shakespeare, 1564-1616. London. Chaucer Press, 2007).

[2] The images concerned are the Chandos portrait, dating from c. 1594-99 (National Portrait Gallery, London); the Flower portrait, painted in 1609 (in the Royal Shakespeare Company collection until c. 1999, and since vanished without trace); the terracotta Davenant bust of c. 1613 (Garrick Club, London);

and the Darmstadt Shakespeare death mask, taken one or two days after Shakespeare’s death (Universitäts- und Landesbibliothek, Darmstadt). See Hammerschmidt-Hummel, The True Face of William Shakespeare. The Poet’s Death Mask and Likenesses from Three Periods of His Life. London: Chaucer Press, 2006).

So she doesn’t think the Cobbe portrait is life-like. Already enough to make her unliked in Stratters. Is this documentary of hers about the death mask in English or German? Stick around, I will be true.

And what about that politically charged plays entered the Folio comment? Where’s that list of 18?

As usual, more questions than answers.

If you are tired of hearing the guff about illiterate daughters and women as toys and playthings while the men do all the work and thinking. Just have a read of Aemilia Lanyer’s work.

The introductory poem to Queen Anne has so many echoes of the sonnets it makes my head spin. I’m not saying she’s Shakespeare but he was lucky if she was the Dark Lady!

What my shakespeare needs

William S. on Will Sh’s literacy, in him and his family.

Will’s mum and dad may have been unable to write but able to read. His father certainly was numerate. He was a successful dealer in wool and maker of gloves. Running a town council and presiding over your fellow townsfolk and a market stall in its chiefest place, speak volumes in support of his numeracy.

John Sh from the historical record sounds like a forceful figure who could act as bailiff or ale taster and be counted on to take the town’s accounts to London. To slander his name with illiterate nobody is not to take the man into account.

Backward village is how the Orksfordians describe Stratford on Avon. Sorry but backward village is where the witches live close to in Macbeth. His was a goodly market town. It lay on a transport route from the North with Lancashire, and from Wales there was a centuries old route to London.

John Harvard’s mum was brought up there. Why didn’t she mention Shakespeare or Oxford or Marlowe? In fact for not mentioning Sh i blame his son in law, Dr John Hall. Whose book on his patients starts just after Sh’s death. And is the only one extant of the two.

Can you imagine Sh’s medical records as recorded by his son in law, presumably his physician? But John Hall in 1607 married Sh’s eldest daughter, Susanna, whose signature we have, so she could write and presumably read. The reading preceding the writing one assumes.

Brother Gilbert too the haberdasher who followed Will to London left a signature so I guess he could read and write too. And Edward the youngest, the actor in London who really followed his big brother’s footsteps. He was an actor and therefore must have been literate.

In fact it would be a distinct disadvantage to be illiterate if you were an Elizabethan and Jacobean actor. But again that doesn’t necessarily mean they could write.

I suppose there may have been the odd dyslexic actor who memorised his lines as another read them to him. I have done this with an Israeli actor I know. So if Sh was an actor, and actors were literate, Sh could read and write. Sort of, according to his signatures. Love the cheeky dot in the W in each of the them.

Business was what was driving London’s economy and the first multi-nationals came into being as a result of this thinking. The English East India Company formed in 1600. Though it was the Dutch East India Company who traded stocks on the Amsterdam Bourse for the first time in 1602. Oxford’s still alive, so’s Shakespeare.

The Dutch were a driving force in business in early modern europe. Literacy I’m sure helped them, but numeracy had to have been a must.

Of all the nations in Europe, the Dutch, the most commercial, are the most faithful to their word . . . This is not at all to be imputed to national character, as some pretend . . .

It is far more reduceable to self interest, that general principle which regulates the actions of every man, and which leads men to act in a certain manner from views of advantage, and is as
deeply implanted in an Englishman as a Dutchman.

A dealer is afraid of losing his character,
and is scrupulous in observing every engagement. When a person makes 20 contracts in
a day, he cannot gain so much by endeavouring to impose on his neighbours, as the very
appearance of a cheat would make him lose.

324 E. Stringham / The Quarterly Review of Economics and Finance 43 (2003) 321–344 (1766/1982, p. 538)

Shakespeare has something to say on pretty much every aspect of being human and having human passions. To do this he touches on many subjects and his knowledge is encyclopaedic. Does this mean he is a polymath? Is he also an expert of these subjects?

I don’t think so. Definitely not when compared to the knowledge certainties of Bacon, or Marlowe, or Jonson.

Shakespeare was a natural. You can define natural all you want but it defies description. It just is. The closest commmentary we have about him tells us that was how he was considered.

A good print shop inventory might contain a bunch of sources for example. Now how could dumbass actor Shagsberds get his hands on that? Hmmm. His fellow grammar school student and London friend, Richard Field apprenticed to one of Belgiums finest printer perhaps.

Sh needed a place of study for his sources for his plays, as above, or anyone with the right library. He needed to physically write the stuff: quill to ink to paper. He needed candles if it was dark. He needed to want to write what he wrote. He needed someone to sell his work to. That’s it.

He worked for the leading theatre company of his time. A job I’m sure they didn’t give to morons.

Today Shakespeare is a brand. Stronger perhaps than the Queen of England. Coca Cola and Nike are tikes in comparison. Shakespeare, however you spell or hyphenate it, is a juggernaut of a brand. And every generation since his own, has had an ever-increasing earful of what, or who he was.

Actually the only people who cared after his death were those that had known him in the best: the world of theatre. It was they who kept his memory and plays alive. That would be scanned.

Changing taste lead to his plays ironically being out of date and remained unpopular for the stage until the Restoration. Whereupon the stage changed the sad endings for happy, or added speeches of their own devising. Then a whole line of theatre actor/managers revived his roles, bringing fame and fortune to themselves.

Also don’t forget from his time the quartos of the plays remained alive and well. Early readers bought him and his collected works in the First Folio took its toll from a reading public, if it wasn’t available in their local theatre.

Amateur productions of Shakespeare date to his time as well as on the East India Company ship waiting for wind off the coast of Africa. Hamlet got played. Oh to have been a sailor on that ship that night.

Would they have talked of the author or more likely, as all the marginalia and accounts of the early modern tells us, of the details of the play, some moral lesson to be learned, or as a pointer to something elsewhere.

Who wrote it is of least importance. Unless you were a rival purveyor of the same craft or trade. The Elizabethans slandered and libelled each other all over the place. Lawsuits were common; from piddling amounts to complicated estate escrow.

But now he began to be talked about as a writer. His plays re-edited and published to a wider audience. Copyright appeared in 1709 and suddenly the rights to Shakespeare the product were available. Now a biography is needed and no one has thought to question the people closest to him. Either family, or theatre, or writer friends.

Over the next hundred years a romantic vision of Shakespeare grows from the sparse information we have. THEN the problem of authorship appears.

My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more, to shame nor me nor you.

More conclusions...

What’s the purpose of knowing who an anonymous playwright/ poet was, if knowing alters nothing?

Shakespeare was a playwright first and poet second…no that would be scanned. A poet first…

What’s the purpose of play writing?

Is it to create a piece of literary genius?
Or write a play to be played by actors?

We can praise the ‘genius’ of the written piece of work, its poetry, its mellifluity. All of which happens in our head as we read.

Or we can re-mint the words anew in voice, body and soul by memorising the lines and performing them for a paying audience.

How do we know and admire Monteverdi?
Because of his music.

How do we know and admire Michelangelo?
Because of his painting.

How do we know and admire Shakespeare?
Because of his plays. And poems.

The core of the argument for Shakespeare, to have any value whatsoever, rests with his works. Without his works? Nada, noppes, nothing.

So for what purpose did he write the plays?

If I am to believe in an alternative authorship, he did it to embed his name and being within the plays for his own immortality to be discovered at some later date.

This anonymous poet/playwright apparently knew his fame would grow after his death and the plan would at some point be uncovered.

At the same time the anonymous writer shared no profit or name recognition, whilst a rival theatre company acted and printed his works.

The anonymity of the author is irrelevant to the performing of the works, which is their primary purpose. The anonymity of the author is unimportant, except to biography.

Shakespeare remains Shakespeare because of his works. Not because of who he was.

Any theatre professional will not be aided or assisted in mounting a production of any Shakespeare play, by knowing the author was someone else.

This argument about anonymous

o’ersteps the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now is, to hold as ’twere a mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

Biography is a secondary, not a primary argument.

I am well aware of the shortcomings of the historical record in regards to the biography of William Shakespeare of Stratford on Avon.

I am also well aware of the long and shortcomings of any alternative candidate for the title of William Shakespeare.

The authorship question focuses purely on biography and intertwines it with one particular life story. So details like Robert Cecil being a hunchback means every production of Richard 3rd recalls this historical biographical fact.

How does this help in understanding Richard 3rd as a play? Or its place in the meta-narrative of the history plays Shakespeare wrote? Richard appears in H6 parts 2 and 3. Was he Robert Cecil there too?

The authorship question throws into doubt the ordering and writing of the plays. No one has managed to correctly date them, save for indisputable performance and publication dates.

However anyone can feel for themselves that Titus Andronicus is an earlier play than A Winter’s Tale. The writing style of the latter has changed and developed.

The authorship question derives from questions thrown up once the plays are written. Who was the writer? When, where, why, and how did he write?

The anonymous theorists suggest endless twists and turns of varying possible and impossibilities. Not once addressing why he wrote the plays in the first place.

They are viciously angry toward the attributed author and feel they are being ignored in their attribution of the ‘true’ biography.

Now they are being justified by a German filmmaker, who is turning their candidate into a cheap grubby whore. Oxford’s reputation is being sullied by crass 21stC commercialism and incestuous slander.

All in the name of a fiction, which the film will remain, and despite their efforts to prove otherwise through their efforts at historical revisionism.

Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!

Of course the argument goes that the Stratford man could never have read all the sources from which his plays derive. This too would be scanned. Out of the 37 plays he wrote he had English or Latin sources for the majority.

In dispute are these 9 plays:

1. Love’s Labours Lost with no written source.

2. Measure for Measure derives from Cinthio, who wrote a novella of a real incident in Italy in 1547. However this incident was widely known in other sources. And is not the only source identifiable in the play.

3. The Merchant of Venice derives from Giovanni Fiorentino in 1558, which details all the play’s components in detail, save for the caskets and Shylock’s usury. Given that several plays on Jews appeared before his, they may have had an influence.

4. The Merry Wives of WIndsor has no source and is widely held to have been written on command of Elizabeth 1st.

5. A Midsummer Night’s Dream has no source.

6. Othello derives from Cinthio’s Hecatommithi with Shakespeare making significant changes in that source.

7. The Taming of the Shrew has no known source.

8. The Tempest either.

9. Titus Andronicus has no known source.

Source: Shakespeare A to Z. Terry Hands.

Oxfordianism and Baconianism have their sources. Indeed are sullied with the form and pressure of their time. Let be…

Historicizing Shakespeares..

Trying to get to the heart of the authorship controversy and tired of hearing about Orloff and Emmerich? This link takes you to the heart of the problem.

I found this pdf by David Chandler, a prof at Kyoto University archived online. It touches the genesis of the authorship controversy with the Baconians in the middle of the 19thC. Finally it suggests the Oxfordians with Looney’s research in the early 20thC were just behind the times to have any real effect.

Until now. A full on new media offensive is taking place. Slick pdf’s based on the film are being sent to educators. Look at their site and see how Oxford gets corporatised alongside other lobby groups for amongst others, the pork board, orthopaedic surgeons and Auto Alliance.

Perhaps this is a film industry thing; an extension of product placement. The Weinstein company has a couple of pdf’s on the site including this one for grades 1-6 called Hoodwinked.

Baconianism the first authorship candidate was an antidote to the Academy Biographies lead by Dowden. The one who opened the floodgates of matching the author to the works.

The Oxfordian movement with their opposing candidate started with Looney’s seminal work in 1920′s. Since then Oxfordianism has developed its own literature and authority base.

Now the Oxfordian field extends from the worst PT2 theorists to Ogburnites to the Looneys to Stephanie Hughes the politic worm. An interest in the truth is their only mission. And that with an open mind.

The problem from my side is most authorship detractors start with a full blown positive identity (Oxford or whomever). So all evidence for the Stratford man becomes suspect.

They must explain him away; so they make him into a country bumpkin from an illiterate family in some versions, and a canny businessman in others. Anyway you look at it you cannot ignore him. Without Shakespeare, no conspiracy.

Obviously we disagree with this shoving aside the rightful candidate. (by virtue of the historical evidence, which too is pushed aside). Then when ad hominem attacks rain upon his memory, we respond in kind to those spitting the poison.

In comment threads and probably in reality too, they are super touchy in this regard. They feel they are not being taken seriously. And in turn neither are we.

I want to take them seriously because I feel the more research into the period the better. But not at the cost of how scholars investigate the period. That goes against my grain.

Like most Oxfordians, I’m not a fan of theory or its influence in late 20thC scholarship. There was at that time no centre to the issue of Shakespeare.

He fragmented into theory-speak language: some concerned with mind, politics, or sexuality; others with how words mean or don’t mean, or say by not saying.

Somewhere in there the author died or was killed, and students had to learn a new jargon to understand why.

Each theory grew out of and or in reaction to the others and a spurt of the old profs going out with the new coming in gave us the po-mo pantheon we have today.

This could all change as Universities and their structuring changes. Today’s theory du jour with big Marxist academic wings is presentism. It, as far as I know, ignores the authorship question.

Biography still flourished outside academia even though the author was declared dead. The publishing world takes its authors from anywhere along the spectrum of knowledge. And so it was in Elizabethan printing and publishing. And in the Elizabethan academic world.

Elizabeth as despotic propagandist and her secret service used its power to control printing on matters of state. But it wasn’t silenced. There were a spate of illegal presses mostly on religious matters.

The legal presses made the books which an obviously eager reading public wished to buy.

Literary theory was nowhere near as developed then as it is now. But there were works like Aristotle’s poetics and Longinus on Sublimity and contemporaries of Shakespeare show their concern for how and why a piece of art is created.

For example to show how knowledge bases change, the Ptomely-ean solar system (sun moved around the earth) was fact and the Copernican system (earth moved around the sun) had been accepted by some. The scientific method, like literature, was in its infancy.

Vying ideologies on what is the truth can be really helped out if you can have your opponent burned. And Copernicans like Giordano Bruno burned. Thought and the truth change over time, though each age strives for truth in thought.

There will always be two sides to this argument, irrelevant to how people feel about it. A discovery could be made tomorrow which would clear it up. It’s unlikely, but it could be.

That means there are still a group of antiquarian minded souls out there doing the digging and searching in the archives. A set of skills in early modern transmission is required to do this. Reading early modern handwriting, understanding their Latin etc.

Literature is not science. And science, let’s not forget, is filled with as many fictions as literature. Phlogiston was discounted a hundred years after it was proposed. The circulation of blood put forward in Shakespeare’s time by
William Harvey took over a 150 years to accept into mainstream science.

Some Oxfordians even argue that in time their candidate for authorship too will be accepted. Continental shift is often cited as an example. I don’t think so, but am prepared to eat crow if it does.

Ideas are personal and which ones you accept as real and truthful often need to be examined. Twain thought that it wasn’t Shakespeare and that Queen Elizabeth was a man. Yet radically unusual beliefs are not unusual.

On the comment threads, Mark Johnson’s kickbacks to the Orksfordians are exemplary. And I really admire his detached demeanour. He argues succinctly, clearly and inoffensively.

Paradoxically Roger Strittmater (among others) concludes he is the offensive one. Having long toes, they call that in Dutch. Touchy, I call it. Still he retains his composure and reminds them to re-read his comments and answer his open questioning.

As a comedian I have no restraint and dive in for jugular. I’d like to make a page out of all the best rebuttals to the specific questions and arguments they throw in the ring. Pseudonymous Howard16 likes to ask rambly lists of questions, there’s one on the Forbes site.

I already called out for a point by point rebuttal of the Declaration of Treasonable Doubt as necessary. Some of the commenters on threads are very naive regarding early modern events and history. Others know their shit and throw in people and events I never heard of.

Bring it on I rejoice. An open mind is open for all pov not just the ones they favour. We may disagree as to the placement and relevance of their argument. But then I disagree on many things on a regular basis.

Knee-jerk reactions aren’t going to help. Superiority feelings either. I am guilty of knee-jerk reactions to comments. And as for superiority if you know a little or know a lot it’s hard not to use that. One potential opponent by admission, only knows Shakespeare through the authorship question.

Well I trump that. But I don’t trump Mark Rylance’s experience acting and interacting with Shakespeare on the stage. Then the same can be said of Patrick Stewart, or Greg Doran if we go the ‘directors of’ route. It’s the reason I don’t bite at the so and so believes it was Oxford arguments. Anymore. yet call to authority is a natural gambit.

There’s something to be said for ambition here too. Everyone who gets into a field they are passionate about, wants to become good at it. You have to measure up and you want to.

When we first begin we have peers approaching the same subject. The top is small so not everyone can achieve it. Many will fail, but some will join those experts that were in that field when they started out. And become the new experts as the old ones die out.

The cynical route that everybody has their price is a common one in the Arts. So Jonson could have been a sell-out as well as Shakespeare. Any Jonson scholars back the Oxfordian claims? Didn’t think so.

Btw every field of knowledge has over-lapping fields. Shakespeare is a large field and is approached from many directions. Add to that fact that it was a very specific field within the Early Modern World.

The one Oxfordian is an ex-postal carrier, the other a Supreme Court Judge. And so too with the Orthodoxian camp. Within the fields that comprise either camp, are larger fields on which the whole Shakespeare field depends. One of these is the who was the author field. It’s not a big or important field. Never has been until now.

Central to the authorship question are the artefacts that make Shakespeare relevant anyway: the plays and poems. Without these who Shakespeare?

i don’t admire Picasso because of who he was. Or Mozart. Or Miles.

Shakespeare the author cannot be the centre of Shakespeare studies.

His plays and poems are the reason we study him.

Was it Oxford’s desire to be anonymous? Then let him be. He obviously found peace with the situation. Just as I believe Shakespeare did with his leaving nary a crumb to be traced.

I give a rat’s ass where he came from. But was it possible for someone of humble (hate class struggle) beginnings to achieve what he did? ie write these 36-41 plays, 2 poems and 154 sonnets?
Is it do-able at the average rate of two a year over the course of a 25-30 year history with the theatre?

Yes is the answer if Jonson, Dekker, Marlowe, Heywood and a slew more contemporaries are anything to go by. They surpass his output, but not his genius.

His genius is not the man, it is within his works. How, or why, does projecting Oxford onto his plays assist me in the interpretation of Anthony’s speech to the Roman mob? Or is Oxford the go-to source for all things Mark Anthony?

That Oxford knew of Mark Anthony and had great intelligence is not at issue. The issue is: could he have gone to all this trouble to write, hire, hide, subvert, ego preen this conspiracy together.

Obviously in Anonymous that is the point. He could. No he did. In a film no worse in historical accuracy or twisting than many another film.

The issue is the acceptance and full identification of the man with the most wounded name in history. ‘Sblood it makes me blood boil when I think on’t! And vice-versa.

I’m trying to find a way to defuse this argument before it takes hold. A simple dichotomy may suffice
:
Should I treat the authorship question as a theatre question?
Or is it literature question?

How relevant to the acting of the plays is the authorship problem?
The truth is none at all.

To act the plays is to re-embody the dead words on the page whilst being beheld upon the stage.

To read the plays is to construct a palace, battlefield or seacoast in your mind with princes to acts and monarchs to behold the swelling scene.

In Germany there’s a Macbeth crediting the play to Edward de Vere Alias William SHakespeare. Some one should make a court case out of it. See how the judges of Europe stack up in favour of an alternative candidate.

The French literary revolutionaries killed the author in the 1950′s-60′s with Barthes and Foucault. Can’t argue for specifics on biography if you’re man is de-constructed can you?

New historicism should be the discipline for Oxfordians. Mark Anderson, author of SBAN, gloats on his blog that the end is nigh. The Stratfordian biography bubble like it or not is being prick’d.

But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love’s use their treasure.

First conclusions:
Biography is not the purpose of Sh studies and doesn’t alter appreciation of Shakespeare.

The debate continues…

Spacethefinalfrontier101. etc.

Hey Spaceetc,

Are you spacing out? You seem to suggest you know more than we do. Show us ocular for the aural proof, I say. Show it, don”t suggest it.

I know of no trusted prompter or two we can pinpoint as having committed this deed. These willing stooges who assist in your conspiracy. Who dey? Conveniently, namelessly, lost in the mists of time and bad bibliography.

BTW who do you think served and prepared meals for the priviliged? Packed their bags? Looked after their hawks and falcons?

The distance you project belies the need for interaction between the classes. You suppose some feudal idyll where a peasant doffs his cap, and an Earl ruthlessly ignores them or snubs them to the ground.

One day Oxford the 17th earl of that name, after embarassingly farting in front of the queen, (his mother) travels to Europe, where he documents his travels and dallyings with choir boys and hookers. Even brought the boy back to England with him. And no they would never show Shakesqueer in Anonymous. The story ends when queenie reminds him she”d forgotten the fartte.

You cited Rowe as a source for a comment above. So I see your Rowe and raise you an Aubrey. I’ll link those two tidbits.

Home alone cruising Anonymous comment threads. Obsessive compulsive behaviour at best. Who am I? Some Shakespearean superhero come to right the wrongs being said about his name?

Put down that blessed name or you shall perish!
Honour as Falstaff says is for idiots. And Kickass.

There is a small group of vigilantes doing the rounds on Shakespeare related materials on the web. Maybe I ‘m playing Sheriff. ‘Fug the judge and jury, if he looks guilty, shoot im’.

No I’m not playing sheriff.

Who cares? Or rather why should I care?

Professional scholars have to care. They hate this authorship question because it means distraction away from the real investigation. And that is NOT determinng who the author really was. Let’s say we all agree. Oxford wow. I see now.

THEN WHAT?!

Then how much more WHAT do the plays and poems become than what they already are?

I know this thread is 3 months old. And I’m talking to empty cyberspace. But is cyberspace ever too full? It’s infinite right? Does text age on the internet? (we might).

My problem is I’m addicted to comment threads. And the tug of war with gnarly Orksfordians and their disdain for me, and others as incredulous, as an opponent. We have to see the light. Or we have seen illumination and are too ashamed, scared, embarassed to admit it. Delicious!

Luckily I got some great wingmen that pile in when the going gets tough. Not that this is co-ordinated and agreed upon. One of them Bobby G has a whole theory to describe them. Rigidniks he calls them. Bloody slippery I call them.

Just when you pin down one argument they involve six others involving required reading. Usually a pdf or blog post. Sometimes an expensive vanity press purchase. And the same logic has gone into their books, and plausible they are; for a sentence or two, before you’re swallowing fiction, as often as they say the Orthodoxians do in their biogs. What’s good for the goose, I guess.

Anonymous has still to come out here in Amsterdam. Can”t wait! The Orthodoxians have set fire to the Emmerich camp and decisively dampened the jubilation with this bucket of cold water. Love the 5 biogs: anonymous review at blogshakespeare.

For those that are dealing with Authorship questions, one can”t just tell them to read the standard works or biographies. That too was their starting point, which they consciously rejected in favour of a fantasy of who they’d prefer it to be.

I feel like Harry Potter in the Order of the Phoenix, (some actors from Anonymous). The best defence is to give a patronum for yourself mentally before you begin. They can read your thoughts, like you know who). Then just null and void them with the


‘it makes no difference to the appreciation of the works who wrote them’ argument.

Follow with a cold shoulder.

NB This could lead to a whole other argument on whether biography is necessary to understanding the genesis of an author”s work.

But psychology and philosophy do have their place in understanding the author. And without any more enlightening evidence than what we have fantasy takes hold. And evidence is easy to find for the obvious fit.

For THEM, their first tactic is to take every biographical point of Sh”s life and family and subject it to scorn and derision. Possibilities become impossibilities. For us.

For THEM imagination land is the limit.Plausibility turns to fiction. But they”ll turn again tell you that”s what you do as a Stratfordian. You are a robot buying into the scholars orthodoxy.

Ad hominem slanders must flow off you like water from a lotus leaf. It”s a give and take exercise. Mud slinging always becomes a mud fight, where both contestants end up indistinguishable from the other.

Your intelligence and breadth of reading will be questioned.

How is it possible? Some rube conquered the London stage? From nothing to Shakespeare? It wasn”t. It”s obvious he”s a stooge. Well the good news for us is this stooge had friends, who liked him. And loved what he did.

And yes I wish one of them had recorded one single solitary conversation with him and copied it down. But they didn”t. Sir Aston Cockaine (not a friend per se and yes funny name) threatened he could have done it. In reality, ie the historical record we have. They seemed certain of who they were and recorded instead the plays and poems we”d expect them to leave.

Btw reading early modern manuscripts is a skill set. Not everyone can. So a little knowledge of what and how people read is required. Another point.

Your opponent in a comment thread may have a good knowledge of the period. Oxford”s conspiracy extends much further than the stooge Shakespeare. Deep into esoteric circles if you wish.

Much printed, much bought Shakespeare? They”ll explain that to you too. In fact every story you try to use to convince them they will twist, distort, or deny by noblesse oblige. A first and textbook fallen Earl, peer of the realm, secretly ekeing out a life in the theatre and poetry scenes of the 1570”s and 1580”s. That much is true.

Then in the 1580”s and 90”s lots of writers dedicated works to him. But of course they did. Patronage though empty-coffered, still has influence.

Evidence and proof for Orthodox biography is for the authorship question limited to the years that Sh lived for some bizarre methodological reason. And of course the printing of the First Folio is 20 years after Oxford”s death but orchestrated by those who still revered him.

Oxford”s death in 1604 is a huge setback to the Oxfordians. They counter by saying Shakespeare didn’t publish after that, demolishing the orthodox dates on the late plays, as well as tying themselves into knots pre-dating those same plays. Or their Jacobean influence!

15-20 years after his death, all the plays not yet in print, are put into the First Foilio. The monument in Stratford too is a botched attempt to big up the Shakespare boy. Put people on the wrong track about the true genius who wrote the works.

Again 20 years after his death. Who was this Oxford? A ninja immortal.

The cgi of London is worth the entry ticket for me.

A quick question though, and I know the declaration of RD, how many scientists have ever declared it to be someone else? How many Nobel prize winners? Only the ones for literature then? Did Samuel Beckett doubt? Did Pablo Neruda? Did Van Gogh?

As I type this post this comment was posted by Jeff Rowe over on the dispositio site.

Jeff Rowe says:
14/10/2011 at 11:21 am

Waste of time. Big picture still stands: Shakespeare didn’t write Shakespeare is still obvious. Its obviousness still convinced Twain, Whitman, John Adams, Orson Welles…the list is endless of minds far superior to all of yours and mine. I’ll stand behind them. I’m publishing my ebook, called AS YOU DON’T LIKE IT, wherein I reveal the author himself illuminating the penname prank, within the play As You Like It. I’ve dedicated it to Stratfordians and mostly Stratfordian professors. It will stand as my response. You’ll pay 99cents to read it, the day the movie comes out or you’ll be the last to get the prank that the greatest genius in the history of mankind (he beats Einstein to the theory of relativity in the play As You Like It) used the name William to COVER his FOREST. The play takes place in the Forest of ARDEN, the only play in all of Shakespeare, where we meet a character named William, with no last name. Thus, the only chance the author has to identify the prank. Go read the play from an Oxfordian point of view and see if you can decipher it for yourself. It’s very simple. All you do is switch the names to their alternate or original meanings and the final four acts of the play reveal this very discussion. Good luck. I have given Dr. Syme my email address. When you get stuck, get in touch with me and my book will help you.

Not my 99 cents! Back to the famous name argument:

All artists I love and don’t give a damn about the details of their lives. But their works!
Biography is interesting after the fact of having seen heard read the author. But before?!

Oxford as a candidate is the perfect artist nobleman bad guy smack in the middle of the theatre scene in the 1570′s + 80′s. Private theatre of the kind that has always played through history. Then the theatre world changed.

And stress this, a different kind of theatre was born in 1576. Public theatre grew out of the need for less bloody spectacles than torn up bulls and dogs and bears and monkeys. Though in the beginning blood and thunder decked the public stage.

The stories are what made it. For them a whole new generation of writers appeared to join the Nobility already busy penning their way into anonymous immortality.

Have we ever conjectured the nature of a thriving private theatre? i.e. the noblemen entertaining family and friends. What did the Herberts do of an evening, when they weren’t penning Elizabethan plays into literature. Writing plays that only they will appreciate. Oxford was Best at Comedy right, well he ain’t so funny now.

All well and good but an audience cannot just consist of your friends. It has to be unknown, untempered with knowledge of who you are. So you can play the character. You decipher your actor self from the equation. You’re there to make sure you hit your marks and pick up your cues. And don’t bump into the furniture. Unless required.

But then 2 very famous actors know this and yet, let me not think on’t, my gall doth rise at the thought. Their pulses keep as temporally as ours. If you tickle them surely they will laugh.

An artist needs to move something in his audience. That essence is what theatre-practioners are seeking. The dead silence of a packed house,

If this whole debate were considered a chemistry experiment. You wouldn’t get past, ‘Yes we have the evidence and proof we would like to hold up to the light’. Stage one.

Stage one for ANonymous is the film. This pdf is being sent to educators all over America. Un be frikkin believalable!

Bite back...

…Oh anonymous, how much curiosity you cause. You and your half-friend, pseudonym shadow the walls of history. Who was who? Must know who deep throat is!

You know there”s even a dictionary for you anon and pseudonomyni?

But what’s in a name?

WIki book on William Shakespeare.

The wiki entries for Sh are well balanced and informative on all fronts. It doesn’t deny the Oxfordians, or other authorship theories their wiki page or place.

It does contradict their stating that we have no evidence about Shakespeare.

No alias necessary. The Stratford guy fits the bill. Har har!

I only need him to have been the one referred to in connection with dealings in the theatrical, writing, and printing business. And such is the evidence we have.

They tell us that Sh not our Sh was a genius afraid to soil his name with the stage.

Since plays required a theatre company and shareholders and a market for the viewing, hearing and buying the words.

And since plays automatically became the property of the theatrical company who paid for them, we must look to his poems.

Poems were a different discipline than plays. More refined, more up-market. Billy from Stratford knew that desire. His dad was all that and the son too showed the same life long commitment to self-betterment. Whether in his life or his art.

His long story quasi-erotic poems are about the closest thing we have to Shakespeare the author in direct influence of the dissemination of his own words.

Both of them are prefaced by a letter to his patron. So much for the no letters from Sh argument.

‘ TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE
HENRY WRIOTHESLY,EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,
AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.

RIGHT HONORABLE,
I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden: only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour.

But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest.

I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart’s content; which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world’s hopeful expectation.

Your honour’s in all duty,
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

And that of the Rape of Lucrece:

THE RAPE OF LUCRECE TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD.

THE love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety.

The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your Lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.

Your Lordship’s in all duty,
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

But then again all evidence termed orthodox is suspect, and continually denied by Oxfordians, before you even begin to argue, so what”s the point?

After all they started somewhere and this is what we”ve got. Ergo they swallowed it and then choked on its inconsistencies. But how can you simply deny evidence and get away with it?

It sucks because the historical record is hard enough to establish on almost every point of Sh’s biography from birth date to death date. You almost want someone to topple him from his throne. So far no one has without using specious and unfulfilling argument.

Deny the poet and you deny the world. Deny Falstaff and you deny Will. Yet he is denied.

Henry V H5 II.chorus.27
Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France;
Julius Caesar JC II.i.77
They are the faction. O conspiracy, Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free?

Julius Caesar JC II.i.81
O then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability:

Julius Caesar JC II.iii.7
There is

JC II.iii.5
but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!

King Edward III E3 I.i.107
Bear’st thou a part in this conspiracy?
(He draws his sword)

King Lear KL I.ii.55
Hum! conspiracy! ‘ Sleep till I waked him,

Richard II R2 V.ii.96
Thou fond, mad woman,
Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?

Richard II R2 V.iii.58
O, heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!

The Merry Wives of Windsor MW IV.ii.112
O you panderly rascals! There’s a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me. Now shall the devil be shamed.

The Tempest Tem II.i.306
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware.
Awake, awake!

Yes. That last.