Poetry
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(the horatio monologues) xii
or do betterbefore you’re sold a plowhorse with rotted teethsell a year’s income for a masterpurchase the appearance of wealthysell the money toa lord at the door of his stableoffer to purchase a spanish breedone that’s carried a man weightedwith metal into tournaments into warshe’ll offer to purchase the added price of safe passageto sell Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) xi
before nora’s father givesthat proposal along walkto a poor tenant who plowsan acre of his lord’s domainto purchase the village horse offerto sell a month’s wage for an apprenticehe’ll sell you a swaybackand to purchase a cart with two wheelsoffer to sell a month’s wage for a housemaidhe’ll sell you the time it takes to Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) x
The 16th century elite were starting to run out of cash: So they began to accept offers from the wealthy, and in return bestowed titles and married the daughters of the rich. And so the nobility came to have assets, and the wealthy began to have access to greater opportunities for wealth.xbelieve there’ll be a Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) ix
sell that money for which youpaid the sixth part of brandenburg that you succeeded to Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) viii
In medieval and early modern Europe it was a norm for a bride’s family to offer a dowry for a prospective Groom— or for the church— to take on the care and keep of a daughter. The dowry could comprise as little as a pot from a poor family, to estates from a wealth family. Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) vii
In Europe of the fifteen hundreds, everything was usually postponed ‘til spring. Warmer weather dried the roads and the soil; and plows, carts, and armies didn’t get bogged down in mud. viinow that it’s mayand the frozen roads have thawedand the thawed roads have dried and ruttednora’s father’s forsaken wittenbergleft his stores and his house Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) vi
Though primogeniture, the passing of an estate to the eldest son, was the norm in sixteenth century Europe, it wasn’t unusual for estates of the Holy Roman Empire to be divided between sons. Beyond this observation, these lines are fiction— the biography of a fictional Margrave: Who in life, got it all together; and in Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) iv
ivdaydreamthe words you cannot read abandon themstare at a space on the wall where nothing’s writtenin the gallery of your head on a wall hangsa perfect rendering of a pretty wench’s facean accurate remembranceof what her paps and her hips do to a gowndo arithmetic think fingers calculatethe number of months of weeks of daysbefore Continue reading
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say i’m
say i’m given leave from my evenings and the nights of my weekfrom the books i read and the paper on which i writefrom my mornings and my weekday afternoonsthe lectures and the lectern at which i standleave to ride in a merchant’s carton the road out of my entire life Continue reading
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