The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 10.1513  Friday, 27 August 1999.

[1]     From:   Stuart Manger <
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        Date:   Thursday, 26 Aug 1999 21:54:36 +0100
        Subj:   SHK 10.1503 Re: Shakespearian Sunrises

[2]     From:   Markus Marti <
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        Date:   Friday, 27 Aug 1999 01:07:26 +0100
        Subj:   Re: SHK 10.1503 Re: Shakespearian Sunrises


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From:           Stuart Manger <
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Date:           Thursday, 26 Aug 1999 21:54:36 +0100
Subject: Re: Shakespearian Sunrises
Comment:        SHK 10.1503 Re: Shakespearian Sunrises

Hamlet: Look where the dawn in russet mantle-clad walks on the dew of
yon high eastern hill

and

R and J: It is the east, and Juliet is the sun'?

Stuart Manger

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From:           Markus Marti <
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Date:           Friday, 27 Aug 1999 01:07:26 +0100
Subject: 10.1503 Re: Shakespearian Sunrises
Comment:        Re: SHK 10.1503 Re: Shakespearian Sunrises

> I like
>
> DECIUS
> Here lies the east.  Doth not the day break here?
>
> CASCA
> No.
>
> CINNA
> O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
> That fret the clouds are messengers of day.  JC 2.1.101-104
>
> Yours for sunrises,
> John

"Grey" (or: "gray") is, as some people from this list might now, a good
description for morning skies. Civilised persons on the other hand have
no idea what a morning sky looks like  (as Richard Harding David put it:
"No civilised person  ever goes to bed the same day he got up" - which,
in my case, means getting up around noon or midnight alternatively... )
but we all know or assume that real early mornings are grey. cf. Titus
Andronicus, II.2.1: "The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, / The
fields are fragrant and the woods are green." or: Romeo and Juliet,
II.3.1: "The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night / Check'ring
the Eastern clouds with streaks of light; / And flecked darkness like a
drunkard reels  / From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels." I
have to reel to bed now, the sky is getting grey.

Cheers, MM