b. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices / Make instruments to plague us.
-Edgar (5.3.173-174), King Lear
1. “Mock me, would you!” cried the witch of Kerr Forest. “I’ll turn you into a toad, or give you boils, or…yes, I have it!” Crowing in delight, the witch dug into a pouch at her side.
Frozen in fear, the boy watched as the witch pulled forth a feather, a rotten egg, and a worm. She crushed the worm in her hand, then taking the feather, punctured the egg and threw it at the boy’s feet.
“Now, a mockingbird’s voice you shall have, until you learn some manners. Or forever!” With a cackle, she flew away through the trees.
a. Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
-Letter (2.5.141-143), Twelfth Night
2. Only able to mimic the speech of others, the boy grew hateful to all. Their lies came back to them, their broken songs and words spoken in anger. He was driven out of town.
The boy vowed to break his curse, but how! He could not be courteous because he had only vulgarity to imitate. He decided to seek out someone truly noble, for this person could give him the words he so longed to speak.
First, he had to become noble, in deeds and appearance; no one is courteous to a peasant. He set off, looking for his opportunity.
c. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day / To the last syllable of recorded time, / And all our yesterdays have lighted fools / The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
-Macbeth (5.5.19-23), Macbeth
3. A thin man ran past, leading three soldiers. The boy quickly followed. In a clearing, an ogre had captured a beautiful maiden.
The three fought bravely, but in turn were smashed and killed. The thin man cried out, a stone was thrown, catching his shoulder. He fell and was caught, tied up in the clearing.
The boy picked up a rock, throwing it at the ogre. It roared and rushed into the trees. With four more rocks, the boy lead the ogre away, staying hidden. He ran back, freeing the man and the girl, a mute! Was this fate’s hand?