In an excerpt from her new book about when literature spoke truth to power during the Red Scare, critic Marjorie Garber looks at how Shakespeare inspired journalist Edward R. Murrow. "A Treacherous Secret Agent" is from @yalepress.bsky.social www.folger.edu/blogs/shakes...

Sorry am I his numbers are so few

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d, And every fair from fair sometime declines

What, a hundred, man?

YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE IT BUT THIS IS WHAT PEAK TOIL, TOIL LOOKS LIKE.

As the weird women promis'd

But to th’ goal

When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?

It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp Should strike such terror to his enemies.

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise

That were to enlard his fat-already pride, And add more coals to Cancer when he burns

now ye grow too hot

[Exit James]

And for thy treachery, what’s more manifest?

She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.

O England!

The nobles in great earnestness are going All to the Senate-house; some news is coming That turns their countenances.

This is a dreadful sentence.

Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions.

A perilous gash, a very limb lopp’d off⁠— And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want Seems more than we shall find it.

One of them is well known, my gracious lord, A gross fat man.

I have told your lordship already: the stocks carry him.

Come, Sir Andrew

My father—methinks I see my father.

Seem’d it in contempt?

Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool

Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee

the strait pass was damm’d

I am much deceived but I remember the style.

Crystal is muddy.

O bloody times! Whiles lions war

Here comes Bohemia.

Let’s see the penalty.

but that I am bound To Persia, and want guilders for my voyage: Therefore make present satisfaction - Comedy of Errors (IV, 1)

He may surrender

Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes

Is he alone?

What ransom must I pay before I pass? For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

One word, sir. Our watch, sir, have indeed comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examin’d before your worship.

What must the King do now? Must he submit? The King shall do it.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

Where Spain?

Draw, men

Are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm

O slow-wing’d turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?

Or as we say it, dollar for goal. As in, donate to your local migrant fund per every goal scored. #WorldcupPledge

Get goal for goal

[Enter the Prince of Morocco]

What’s in a name?