ANTONY
Oh, pardon me, you bleeding corpse, for speaking politely and acting mildly with these butchers! You are what’s left of the noblest man that ever lived. Pity the hand that shed this valuable blood. Over your wounds—which, like speechless mouths, open their red lips, as though to beg me to speak—I predict that a curse will fall upon the bodies of men.
November 1, 2015 at 11:20 am
Hello Aaron,
I like the task of text transformation as it gives the opportunity to explore a character’s motives and feelings through creative writing.
You have begun to translate Antony’s speech quite literally here – how might you make it more your own?