Imagine reading the following dialogue from Julius Caesar in a 10th grade English class, and you probably will have a pretty good indicator of my day today.
Brutus. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Lucius. Ay, my lord, an't please you.
Brutus. It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Lucius. It is my duty, sir.
Brutus. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
Lucius. I have slept, my lord, already. 2290
Brutus. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Yeah, so in case you were wondering, they're talking about a musical instrument that Lucilius, the servant, is playing at the request of his master, Brutus. (And what were you thinking, you dirty mind, you?)
Yep. Lots of Beevis and Butthead laughter and me trying to keep a straight face as best I could. Then came the character "CLITUS." See what I mean?
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