Week 717: From ‘Henry IV, part 2’, by William Shakespeare

This week one of my favourite passages in all Shakespeare: nothing dramatic, no exalted language, just two old men remembering the escapades of their youth, but showing how well, among all the Bard’s other gifts, he could capture the rhythms of common speech and bring out the latent poetry in them. It comes from ‘Henry IV, part 2’; Falstaff has met up with his old acquaintance Shallow, a Justice of the Peace, and they fall to reminiscing about old times. The passage always reminds me of conversations between my mother and my maternal uncle, who was the only one who kept in touch with their Suffolk side of the family. When he had come back from a visit there she would ask him after various relatives of theirs, aunts, uncles, cousins, and he would shake his head and say ‘Old, very old’ or sometimes, in tones of lugubrious relish, ‘Dead, long dead’. And I would think ‘Yes, it still goes on’.

Bona-roba: a showy, attractive, or well-dressed woman, often with connotations of a courtesan or prostitute. From the Italian, meaning ‘good stuff’.

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