{"id":2726,"date":"2010-09-06T21:23:25","date_gmt":"2010-09-06T20:23:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.widmann.org.uk\/?p=2726"},"modified":"2010-09-06T21:23:25","modified_gmt":"2010-09-06T20:23:25","slug":"a-shakespearean-accent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/widmanniana.org\/blog\/a-shakespearean-accent\/","title":{"rendered":"A Shakespearean accent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/www.pronouncingshakespeare.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/audio-player\/assets\/audio-player.js?ver=20080825040617\"><\/script><br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\">AudioPlayer.setup(\"http:\/\/www.pronouncingshakespeare.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/audio-player\/assets\/player.swf?ver=20080825040617\", {width:\"100%25\",animation:\"yes\",encode:\"no\",initialvolume:\"60\",remaining:\"no\",noinfo:\"yes\",buffer:\"5\",checkpolicy:\"no\",rtl:\"no\",bg:\"E5E5E5\",text:\"333333\",leftbg:\"CCCCCC\",lefticon:\"333333\",volslider:\"666666\",voltrack:\"FFFFFF\",rightbg:\"B4B4B4\",rightbghover:\"999999\",righticon:\"333333\",righticonhover:\"FFFFFF\",track:\"FFFFFF\",loader:\"009900\",border:\"CCCCCC\",tracker:\"DDDDDD\",skip:\"666666\",pagebg:\"FFFFFF\",transparentpagebg:\"yes\"});<\/script>The well-kent linguist David Crystal wrote a book a couple of years ago about the pronunciation of English at Shakespeare&#8217;s time: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/gp\/product\/0521852137?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thewidblo-21&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;camp=1634&#038;creative=6738&#038;creativeASIN=0521852137\">Pronouncing Shakespeare: The Globe Experiment<\/a><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.co.uk\/e\/ir?t=thewidblo-21&#038;l=as2&#038;o=2&#038;a=0521852137\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" style=\"border:none !important; margin:0px !important;\" \/>.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve now discovered there&#8217;s an accompanying <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pronouncingshakespeare.com\/\">website<\/a> with sound files, such as this one of David Crystal reading the first act of <i>Troilus and Cressida<\/i>:<\/p>\n<p class=\"audioplayer_container\"><span style=\"display:block;padding:5px;border:1px solid #dddddd;background:#f8f8f8\" id=\"audioplayer_4\">Audio clip.<\/span><script type=\"text\/javascript\">AudioPlayer.embed(\"audioplayer_4\", {soundFile:\"http%3A%2F%2Fpronouncingshakespeare.com%2Faudio%2FTroilus.mp3\"});<\/script><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Enter Pandarus and Troilus.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Call here my varlet, I\u2019ll unarm again,<br \/>\nWhy should I war without the walls of Troy:<br \/>\nThat find such cruel battle here within?<br \/>\nEach Trojan that is master of his heart,<br \/>\nLet him to field, Troilus alas, hath none. <\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Will this gear ne\u2019er be mended?\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               The Greeks are strong and skillful to their strength<br \/>\nFierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant,<br \/>\nBut I am weaker then a woman\u2019s tear;<br \/>\nTamer then sleep; fonder then ignorance,<br \/>\nLess valiant then the virgin in the night,<br \/>\nAnd skilless as unpractised infancy:\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Well, I have told you enough of this; for my part I\u2019ll not meddle nor make no farther; he that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.  <\/p>\n<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mermaid99\/2749251573\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3016\/2749251573_876dae7dd0_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\"><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mermaid99\/2749251573\/\">Shakespeare&#8217;s Globe on the Southbank<\/a><br \/>\nOriginally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/mermaid99\/\">mermaid99<\/a><br \/>\n<\/span>\n<\/div>\n<p>\nTroy.               Have I not tarried?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Ay the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Have I not tarried?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Ay the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Still have I tarried.\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Ay, to the leavening, but here\u2019s yet in the word hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking, nay you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Patience herself, what goddess e\u2019er she be,<br \/>\nDoth lesser blench at sufferance than I do:<br \/>\nAt Priam\u2019s royal table do I sit<br \/>\nAnd when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,<br \/>\nSo traitor, when she comes, when is she thence?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Well she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               I was about to tell thee,\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen\u2019s &#8211; well go to &#8211; there were no more comparison between the women! but for my part she is my kinswoman, I would not as they term it praise her, but I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday as I did; I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra\u2019s wit, but\u2014\u2014-\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Oh Pandarus I tell thee Pandarus,<br \/>\nWhen I do tell thee there my hopes lie drowned<br \/>\nReply not in how many fathoms deep,<br \/>\nThey lie indrenched; I tell thee I am mad<br \/>\nIn Cressid\u2019s love? thou answer\u2019st she is fair,<br \/>\nPour\u2019st in the open ulcer of my heart:<br \/>\nHer eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;<br \/>\nBut saying thus instead of oil and balm,<br \/>\nThou lay\u2019st in every gash that love hath given me<br \/>\nThe knife that made it.\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 I speak no more than truth.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Thou dost not speak so much.\t<\/p>\n<p> Pan.                Faith I\u2019ll not meddle in it, let her be as she is, if she be fair, \u2019tis the better for her, and she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Good Pandarus, how now Pandarus?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 I have had my labour for my travail, ill thought on of her, and ill thought on of you, gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               What art thou angry Pandarus? what with me?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Because she\u2019s kin to me, therefore she\u2019s not so fair as Helen, an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday,  as Helen is on Sunday, but what care I?\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Say I she is not fair?\t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 I do not care whether you do or no, she\u2019s a fool to stay behind her father, let her to the Greeks, and so I\u2019ll tell her the next time I see her; for my part I\u2019ll meddle nor make no more i\u2019th\u2019matter.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Pandarus.      \t<\/p>\n<p>Pan.                 Not I.\t<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Sweet Pandarus.\t<\/p>\n<p>\nPan.                 Pray you speak no more to me I will leave all as I found it and there an end.                                                              Exit.  <\/p>\n<p>Sound alarum.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Peace you ungracious clamors, peace rude sounds,<br \/>\nFools on both sides, Helen must needs be fair,<br \/>\nWhen with your blood you daily paint her thus,<br \/>\nI cannot fight upon this argument:<br \/>\nIt is too starved a subject for my sword,<br \/>\nBut Pandarus: O gods! how do you plague me<br \/>\nI cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar,<br \/>\nAnd he\u2019s as tetchy to be wooed to woo,  [130]<br \/>\nAs she is stubborn-chaste, against all suit.<br \/>\nTell me Apollo for thy Daphne\u2019s love,<br \/>\nWhat Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we:<br \/>\nHer bed is India there she lies, a pearl,<br \/>\nBetween our Ilium, and where she resides<br \/>\nLet it be called the wild and wandering flood:<br \/>\nOurself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar,<br \/>\nOur doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.<\/p>\n<p>Alarum. Enter Aeneas.<\/p>\n<p>Aene.               How now Prince Troilus, wherefore not afield.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Because not there; this woman\u2019s answer sorts,<br \/>\nFor womanish it is to be from thence.<br \/>\nWhat news Aeneas from the field today?<\/p>\n<p>Aene.               That Paris is returned home and hurt.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               By whom Aeneas?<\/p>\n<p>Aene.                                                   Troilus, by Menelaus.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Let Paris bleed, tis but a scar to scorn,<br \/>\nParis is gored with Menelaus\u2019 horn.                            Alarum.<\/p>\n<p>Aene.               Hark what good sport is out of town today.  [150]<\/p>\n<p>Troy.               Better at home, if \u201cwould I might\u201d were \u201cmay:\u201d<br \/>\nBut to the sport abroad; are you bound thither?<\/p>\n<p>Aene.               In all swift haste.<\/p>\n<p>Troy.                                                   Come go we then together.<\/p>\n<p>                                                            Exeunt.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The well-kent linguist David Crystal wrote a book a couple of years ago about the pronunciation of English at Shakespeare&#8217;s time: Pronouncing Shakespeare: The Globe Experiment. I&#8217;ve now discovered there&#8217;s an accompanying website with sound files, such as this one of David Crystal reading the first act of Troilus and Cressida: Audio clip. Enter Pandarus and Troilus. Troy. Call here my varlet, I\u2019ll unarm again, Why should I war without the walls of Troy: That find such cruel battle here within? 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