Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1999 18:10:28 -0700
From: "Senex R. Rupicapra" <olgoat-AT-kdsi.net>
Subject: Re: questions & Shakespeare's birthday


danceswithcarp wrote:
 
> ...The Great Carpspeare sallied forth with:
> 
> Julius Caesar
> Act 3, Scene 1
> ANTONY  O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
>         That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
>         Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
>         That ever lived in the tide of times.
>         Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
>         Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
>         Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
>         To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
>         A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
>         Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
>         Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
>         Blood and destruction shall be so in use
>         And dreadful objects so familiar
>         That mothers shall but smile when they behold
>         Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
>         All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
>         And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
>         With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
>         Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
>         Cry  'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;       <---------
>         That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
>         With carrion men, groaning for burial.
> 
> Which for some reason has in the late 20th century been
> corrupted to the common usage that Andy seems to be
> referring to of "Cry foul, and set loose the dogs of war,"
> 
> Something in me says this misquote arises from "The Dogs
> Of War" or "The Day Of The Jackal;" both was writ by the
> same guy.
> 
> Neh, tu, goatster?
> 
> carpspeare

(goat rises to the bait:)
	aye, Freddy Forsyth, pretty good writer.  i 
think i went to school with his sis, or somesuch.

	"Bait the hook well: this fish will bite...
	The pleasantest angling is to see the fish...
	...greedily devour the trecherous bait."
		--W.S. 'Much Ado...& cetera.'

        old goat.
        Moe:    "When the roll is called up yonder I’ll eat pie."  
        Curly:  "Pi r²?"
        Moe:    "No, pie are round; cake are square."
        Curly:  "Oh."
  	Moe:    "No, O are round, also."
	(n'yuk, n'yuk. your tax dollars at work)
        ÐÏࡱá