One April, it was raining. It didn’t rain much in March. Well, so like it rained so much that all the pretty flowers started to bloom. Also, the breeze felt pretty good. The birds were chirping. People were gettin’ kinda restless. The weather was so nice that lots of people wanted to go on vacation. This is their story.
“cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war” - “bitch, shit be on now!”
“four score and twenty years ago” - " hella days ago"
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness…But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.” - “fuck off, we’re doin shit our own way”
IIRC, this is in reference to Mrs. Bennet’s attitude, and she certainly is not of that opinion. If a man has a station in life, he must be looking for a wife. She needs to believe this, if for no other reason than to tell herself her daughters can marry up and take care of her later.
And this is a fine example of how Modern English is not precisely the same language as Early Modern English, even for people close geographically to where Shakespeare lived. Linguistic change doesn’t occur suddenly or with fanfare, but gradually, word by word and idiom by idiom, until it becomes impossible for publishers to merely footnote unfamiliar usages and must commission a real translation to preserve the meaning of the original text.
The sense of Beowulf is dark to us indeed. Chaucer’s work is in a dim twilight, and Shakespeare’s is well past the meridian. Eventually Twain will need, first, copious footnotes, then an outright gloss once the need for a translation becomes clear.
This thread makes light of a fascinating topic indeed.
Given that the major thrust of the plot of the original novel is Elizabeth’s (and her sister’s) search for a good husband, and Mr. Darcy’s (and the other suitor’s) search for a proper wife, I would be inclined to disagree. It’s not that Darcy doesn’t want a wife, he just thinks that no woman he’s met is worthy of being his wife.
Anyway…
Old: “It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound & fury, signifying nothing.”