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[11:32] matociquala: I wonder if truepenny knows any useful Elizabethan terms for masturbation. *g*
[11:32] matociquala: Nashe is not helping me here.
[11:32] matociquala: *pets Tom*
[11:32] matociquala: (not that way)
[11:33] specficrider: petting Tom sounds like a good term
[11:33] specficrider: *g*
[11:33] matociquala: God help me, I'm about to use the word "prick" in a work of literature.
[11:33] matociquala: Shakespeare *has* corrupted me.
[11:34] specficrider: prick is a good anglo-saxon word
[11:34] allochthon: There are worse fates than being corrupted by Shakesspeare!
[11:34] matociquala: It's a wonderful word. I'm still blaming Will(y).
[11:34] matociquala: or Willie.
[11:34] matociquala: As the case may be.
[11:35] matociquala: Aha. Both Marlowe and Nashe have references to "playing with it." I guess that will do. Some euphemisms never change....
[11:36] matociquala: ...I don't believe I'm having this conversation with myself.
[11:36] jmeadows: *watches Bear*
[11:36] specficrider: hee hee
[11:36] matociquala: Some days, I love my job.
[11:36] specficrider: yeah, there are times ...
[11:37] specficrider: sex scenes tend to be those times ...
[11:37] specficrider: and the research!

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.

--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 135

If thy soul check thee that I come so near, 
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
Will, will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckoned none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lovest me for my name is 'Will.'

--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 136.

And they say literature isn't good for anything. It's the penis jokes, Bob. The penis jokes!


I can't quite figure how sodomy comes out of capitalism when sodomy predates it by so many hundreds of years.


*snort* And now I won't be able to see the word "will" for the rest of the day without being, um, filled full with wills.

"Do what thou will" shall be the whole of the law.

I suppose the usual reading of "Do what thou wilt" is right out, though.

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Love is the law, love under...Will?

*is so 12*

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you so fit RIGHT IN around here.

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For Elizabethan masturbation refs, you may want to consult Shakespeare's Bawdy, by Eric Partridge; it's the standard reference work for this sort of thing. :)
*g* But that one's not in the pil on my desk, you see, unlike all these other ones!

You should see this pile, seriously. My desk looks like I'm writing a dis on Elizabethan/Jacobean drama with some sort of bizarre side foray into the Gunpowder Treason. Maybe "Arrest Record of Ben Jonson, 1597-1605"?

You've probably got one just like it....

Give us this day our daily sonnet

In case you haven't seen it yet, today's Guardian has a piece on the sonnets which seems to be mainly an extended plug (if you'll pardon the expression) for a forthcoming TV play.

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This is so not the day to have been forced to realize that my book of Shakespearean insults has gone missing!
Okay, this is an old entry now, but I had to mention this. You are very very bad for me.

Our wedding decor seems to have picked up a semi-conscious and only half-obeyed "ocean" theme. So, when I told Colin I'd been thinking of including a snippet of Shakespeare on the wedding invitations, he remarked that he, and probably most people, just glaze over at the sight of poetry on such things (Presumably because it's usually something hallmarkish). I thought about this. Then I thought about the temperament of my friends, and couldn't think of a one who, if they bothered to read it at all, wouldn't keel over. So the choice suddenly ceased to be parts of Sonnet 116, and I sent this as part of the invitation text e-mail:

If you can fit it and the whole is legible still, adding this to the top would be nice:

The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
William Shakespeare

We are pleased to be a bad influence.