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  <title>Corrente</title>
  <subtitle>Boldly shrill ...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-07-08T08:38:19-04:00</updated>
  <entry>
    <title>Cordelia redux</title>
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    <published>2008-07-08T08:37:02-04:00</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T08:38:19-04:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lambert</name>
    </author>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Back when everyone was running riffs on Cordelia, this was the scene nobody quoted. And yet, it seems strangely <i>a propos</i>. <a href="http://www.uoregon.edu/~rbear/shake/lear.html">King Lead, Act 5, Scene 1</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>
EDMUND. Some officers take them away. Good guard<br />
     Until their greater pleasures first be known<br />
     That are to censure them.</p>
<p>CORDELIA. We are not the first<br />
     Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst.<br />
     For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;<br />
     Myself could else outfrown false Fortune's frown.<br />
     Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?</p>
<p>LEAR. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.<br />
     We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.<br />
     When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down<br />
     And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live,<br />
     And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, <span class="highlighter">and laugh<br />
     At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues<br />
     Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-<br />
     Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out</span>-<br />
     And take upon 's the mystery of things,<br />
     As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,<br />
     In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones<br />
     That ebb and flow by th' moon.</p>
<p>EDMUND. Take them away.
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</p></blockquote>
<p>Indeed.</p>
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