3 Days, 3 Quotes — Day 2

It’s day 2 of the “3 Days, 3 Quotes” challenge! I had some fun with this one. 😊

Rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Post a new quote for three consecutive days.

3. Nominate three new bloggers each day.

Let me just talk about this quote right here for a minute. This quote, despite what you may think you know about it, is a big ol’ dick joke.

Yes, you heard me right. It’s a dick joke.

It’s from Twelfth Night (which is an absolutely hilarious play, btw), and while it can hold a second meaning regarding social class, this quote comes from a letter in the play that was written as a prank, and many actors play up the dick joke meaning (which was totally intended by old Billy Shax). I laugh every time I see this quote being used in a serious manner because, like many Shakespearean quotes, the context the quote is taken out of changes the quote entirely, and context is everything!

If you’re not super familiar with Shakespeare, you may not know that his plays are filled with dick jokes and fart jokes and mom jokes galore. I mean…

From Titus Andronicus:

CHIRON: Thou hast undone our mother.

AARON: Villain, I have done thy mother.

Point 1: Aaron is one of my favorite Shakespearean villains, along with Edmund from King Lear.
Point 2: This is a 16th century “your mom” joke.

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From Much Ado About Nothing:

BENEDICK: I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.

“To die” used to mean “to have an orgasm.”

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From Twelfth Night:

MALVOLIO: By my life, this is my lady’s hand. These be her very C’s, her U’s and her T’s, and thus makes she her great P’s.

SIR ANDREW: (aside) Her C’s, her U’s and her T’s. Why that?

Hint: Pronounce “and her T’s” as “‘n her T’s.” Yep. It spells what you think it spells.

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From A Comedy of Errors:

DROMIO: A man may break a word with you sire, and words are but wind. Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

Do I even have to explain this one? The Bard is the king of fart jokes. 💨

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From The Taming of the Shrew:

PETRUCHIO: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.

KATHARINA: In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO: Whose tongue?

KATHARINA: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO: What, with my tongue in your tail?

Tongues in butts. Tongues. In. Butts.

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Hell, even “to thine own self be true” wasn’t meant to be taken as seriously as it is today, as the character who said it was seen as a fool who was just trying to get Hamlet to stop sleeping with his daughter.

This is why it bothers me so much when people say they don’t like Shakespeare. Boy, you probably don’t even really know Shakespeare if you claim that you don’t like him. His plays are gold! I’ve literally laughed so hard I almost lost my supper when seeing some of them (specifically Twelfth Night) being performed. I’m tellin’ you, if you think you don’t like Shakespeare, you’re not watching the right performances. Or you’ve never seen one performed, and if that’s the case, get thee to a playhouse!

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I’m tagging…

RoseMarie @ Books and Stuff

Tizzy @ Dusting the Soul

Karoline @ Okbo Lover