Saturday, December 24, 2016

Strangers Speech

 
Last night, PBS aired a Shakespeare programme performed in April (400 year anniversary of death). Shakespeare was one of a team of writers who would have written the play, The Booke of Sir Thomas More. The censor would not allow such writing performed. Many commentaries on Shakespeare say that only a few signatures of Shakespeare exist, but the the British Library has this script in progress written in Shakespeare's hand. Some call this the "strangers speech", others call it "More's speech to the mob/crowd". May Day 1517 there were anti-immigrant (mostly Lombards) riots in London, More was sent out as deputy sheriff to deal with them. Here are the words Shakespeare gives him from Act II, Scene 4:

Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another….

Say now the king
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbour? go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? this is the strangers case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity.

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