AN ARTIFICIAL NIGHT ARC contest #2: What's in a name?

The italicized passages are from the stained glass windows in the Winchester Mystery House's Grand Ballroom; the boldface passages are my suggestions for titles.

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give accosting welcome ere it comes, 2665
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader! set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game.

(Ulysses, Troilus and Cressida, Act IV, Scene 5)

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'

(King Richard, Richard II, Act V, Scene 5)

The Dark Backward

MIRANDA
'Tis far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me?

PROSPERO
Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.

From The Tempest

Ooh! I get to suggest it first!

From A Winter's Tale, I suggest "Pursued by a Bear". Other possible quotes are bolded below.

ANTIGONUS

Come, poor babe:
I have heard, but not believed,
the spirits o' the dead
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one side, some another;
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, she did approach
My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break-from her: 'Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There weep and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
I prithee, call't. For this ungentle business
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more.' And so, with shrieks
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself and thought
This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squared by this. I do believe
Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
Either for life or death, upon the earth
Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!
There lie, and there thy character: there these;
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
And still rest thine. The storm begins; poor wretch,
That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I
To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell!
The day frowns more and more: thou'rt like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never saw
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!
Well may I get aboard! This is the chase:
I am gone for ever.

Exit, pursued by a bear

(More seriously, "A Lullaby too Rough" is awesome as well.)

Since I just quoted it, its being one of my favorite lines:

The Whirligig of Time

TWELFTH NIGHT, Act V, Scene I

Feste:
Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was
one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but
that's all one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.'
But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such
a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:'
and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

And since it's in my icon, even though it doesn't really offer great titles:

KING LEAR, Act IV, Scene I

Flies to Wanton Boys
We to the Gods
For Their Sport

Gloucester:
He has some reason, else he could not beg.
I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;
Which made me think a man a worm: my son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard
more since.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.

An Extemporal Epitaph

Love's Labour Lost
ACT IV SCENE II

HOLOFERNES Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph
on the death of the deer? And, to humour the ignorant,
call I the deer the princess killed a pricket.
SIR NATHANIEL Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall
please you to abrogate scurrility.





A Visitation Framed

The Winter's Tale
ACT V SCENE I

Gentleman One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access
To your high presence.
LEONTES What with him? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train?

From Much Ado About Nothing, "Jade's trick."

At the end of the first verbal sparring between Beatrice and Benedick, she says: "You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old." Act I, Scene I.

"Come what plague" - Act II, Scene III

"An he had been a dog that should have howled thus,
they would have hanged him: and I pray God his bad
voice bode no mischief. I had as lief have heard the
night-raven, come what plague could have come after
it."

"Paper bullets" - Act II, Scene III

"I may chance have some
odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me,
because I have railed so long against marriage: but
doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat
in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of
the brain awe a man from the career of his humour?
No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would
die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I
were married."

"Some with traps" - Act III, Scene I

"If it proves so, then loving goes by haps:
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."

"Full of frost" - Act V, Scene IV

"Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?"

3 guesses which is my favorite play.

What Studied Torments

Paulina: What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? or what boiling
In leads, or oils? what old or newer torture
Must I receive, whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst?
- A Winter's Tale, Act III, scene ii.

I am now oddly tempted to go read Henry VIII again, because there must be some good phrases in there and I know no one else will, but I'm not sure I'm willing to be that evil to myself.

On one hand I was thinking Green Virginity from Timon of Athens Act IV, Scene I but instead, I'm going to go With Scene IV, Scene III. This is really the moment in Timon of Athens that convinced me that this was my favorite Shakespeare play.

Breeding Sun

TIMON
O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb
Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,
Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes;
The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
But by contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar native honour.
It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,
The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,
In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be,
So are they all; for every grise of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:
Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!

Shakespeare is Of Teh Awesome. (And you know, given how many words he made up, part of me can't help but think he'd approve of teh.) So, here are my suggestions. These first 2 are from A Midsummer Night's Dream:

Fell and Wrath

"The king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
But, they do square, that all their elves for fear
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there."

and

Progeny of Evils

"And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original."

And a third, from Macbeth:

Under Cold Stone

"Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot."

Whee!

Magic in the Web

"'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to course two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;
The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk;
And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful
Conserved of maidens' hearts." --Othello

I love all the web references in Othello. Iago is one of the best villains of all time and it's awesome to watch him catch everyone in his evil net!

TITANIA: These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer’s spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck’d up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch’d his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain’d a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men’s morris is fill’d up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems’ thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream," Act II, Scene 1

Also, from my other favorite:
[Balthasar sings.]
The Song.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever, one foot in sea, and one on shore; to one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, of dumps so dull and heavy! The fraud of men was ever so, since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so...
"Much Ado About Nothing" Act II, Scene 3

[or, and this one makes me think of Toby and Tybalt]
Benedick — Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
Beatrice — [unmasks] I answer to that name. What is your will?
Benedick — Do not you love me?
Beatrice — Why, no; no more than reason.
Benedick — Why, then your uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beatrice — Do not you love me?
Benedick — Troth, no; no more than reason.
"Much Ado About Nothing" Act V, Scene 4

King Richard III

“Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings
And hear your mother's lamentation!”-- Queen Elizabeth

(the) vane on the house


BORACHIO
Didst thou not hear somebody?

CONRADE
No; 'twas the vane on the house.

--Much Ado About Nothing: Act 3, Scene 3

Against Both Scales

The Primrose Way

Both from my personal favorite monologue, found in the Scottish play.

Act II, Scene 3:

Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell Gate, he should have old turning the key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on th' expectation of plenty. Come in time! Have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. (Knock.) Anon, anon! [Opens the gate.] I pray you, remember the porter.

All these are from Much Ado About Nothing, my favorite.

A Mortifying Mischief

Don John: I wonder that thou, being (as thou say'st
thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply
a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I can-
not hide what I am. I must be sad when I have
cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have
stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when
I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh
when I am merry, and claw no man in his humor.

Act I, Scene III

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Past The Infinite of Thought

Leonato: By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell you what to
think of it, but that she loves him with an enraged af-
fection, it is past the infinite of thought.

Act II, Scene III

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Forbid The Sun To Enter

Hero: Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper in her ear and tell her, I and Ursley
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheard'st us;
And bit her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter -- like favorites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There she will hide
her
To listen to our purpose. This is thy office;
Bear the well in it and leave us alone.

Act III, Scene I