Much Ado About Nothing Act III Scene 1
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And Benedick, love on. I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.
Friday morning was slow, in part because I had a cat sleeping on me so I was slow to get out of bed. So I don't have a lot to report until afternoon, when we went for a walk in Cabin John Park, where there's a new fountain at Locust Grove and a tree down right across the main path that has to be practically crawled under, though my original reason for wanting to go there was a Genesect raid and Cottonee spawning by the tennis courts.
We had a freebie coupon so we got pizza for dinner, then we watched the delightfully contemporary Much Ado About Nothing, the Public Theater's Shakespeare in the Park production from 2019, broadcast on PBS. It has great acting, plenty of physical comedy, a lot of music, and a bittersweet political angle predicting this spring's protests, plus probably my favorite Beatrice and Hero on film (a couple of guys get well deserved slaps).