Thursday, December 6, 2012

Shakespeare Meets Soft Cell


                                                     TAINTED LOVE - SOFT CELL



                              Shakespeare                                                      Soft Cell



    Olivia. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, 
After the last enchantment you did here, 
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse 1350

Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: 
Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, 
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? 
Have you not set mine honour at the stake 
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts 1355

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving 
Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, 
Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
    Viola. I pity you.
    Olivia. That's a degree to love.
    Viola. No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, 
That very oft we pity enemies.
    Olivia. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. 
O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! 
If one should be a prey, how much the better 1365

To fall before the lion than the wolf! 
[Clock strikes] 
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. 
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: 
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, 1370

Your were is alike to reap a proper man: 
There lies your way, due west.
    Viola. Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition 
Attend your ladyship! 
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? 1375
    Olivia. Stay: 
I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.
    Viola. That you do think you are not what you are.
    Olivia. If I think so, I think the same of you.
    Viola. Then think you right: I am not what I am. 1380
    Olivia. I would you were as I would have you be!
    Viola. Would it be better, madam, than I am? 
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
    Olivia. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful 
In the contempt and anger of his lip! 1385

A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon 
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. 
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, 
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, 
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, 1390

Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. 
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, 
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause, 
But rather reason thus with reason fetter, 
Love sought is good, but given unsought better. 1395
    Viola. By innocence I swear, and by my youth 
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, 
And that no woman has; nor never none 
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. 
And so adieu, good madam: never more 1400

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
    Olivia. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move 
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.


The award winning song Tainted Love by Soft Cell reminded me of the confusion between the two women and the trouble that the ones surrounding them were causing and dealing with. Marc Almond sang the song after dealing with relationship problems, like Olivia was dealing with.

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away
From the pain you drive into the heart of me.
The love we share seems to go nowhere

And I've lost my light for I toss and turn - I can't sleep at night.

Once I ran to you
now I'll run from you

This tainted love you've given -
I give you all a boy could give you.
Take my tears and that's not nearly all - oh
tainted love - tainted love.
Now I know I've got to run away
I've got to get away.
You don't really want it any more from me -
To make things right you need someone to hold you tight

And you'll think love is to pray but I'm sorry I don't pray that that way

Once I ran to you
now I'll run from you
. . .

Don't touch me please - I cannot stand the way you tease.
I love you though you hurt me so

Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Tainted love - tainted love






MASHUP: 


Sometimes I feel I've got to run away,
I've got to get away
I pity you
The love we share seems to go nowhere
That's a degree to love.
Once I ran to you,
now I'll run from you
No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, 
That very oft we pity enemies
This tainted love you've given -
I give you all a boy could give you.
Take my tears and that's not nearly all - oh
Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition 
Attend your ladyship! 
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
To make things right you need someone to hold you tight
Then think you right: I am not what I am
Don't touch me please - I cannot stand the way you tease.
I love you though you hurt me so
 Would it be better, madam, than I am? 
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.





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