Of worms kingdoms and horses

Ignoble end for tyrant king

According to Shakespeare, King Richard III’s last words were; “My horse, my horse, a kingdom for my horse!” This was pure fiction or revisionist propaganda, depending on which side your loyalties lay. Richard’s last words were actually; “Treason, treason, treason!” as he lay dying on Bosworth field. The Bard portrays him as a power-hungry monster, capable of murdering those who stood between him and the English throne. There was no heroic defeat for him; no glorious Valhalla. Instead, his body was carried from the field of battle, buried in an unmarked grave and left for the worms. His defeat set up Henry and the House of Tudor for over a century. How history favours the victor. For the vanquished; the worms.

A royal choice of worm 

Amid great excitement, archaeologists recently discovered Richard’s burial site. Examination of his remains showed that he had a bad case of intestinal worms; the round worm Ascaris lumbricoides. This nematode was common in medieval England due to the appalling standards of public hygiene. Interestingly, Richard’s body contained only Ascaris, and not the many other intestinal worms prevalent in that population. Speculation maybe, but it could be that decent cooking in the royal kitchen put paid to some of the other worms the commoners had to live with.

Ascaris life story1

Worm your way onto the stage

Shakespeare’s tragedies are scattered with the bodies of those who once held power and influence. With the advantage of a few centuries of retrospect, we can see how little they leave behind apart from bones, worms and the occasional stage drama. It would be fascinating to know how this last few years of our national story will be remembered by generations to come. Will it just become worm fodder, or will the trail of political casualties become the stuff of highbrow theatre?  And if so, which tragedy will be re-told for our age:

  • Richard, who gave battle in vain to prevent Henry setting up a Tudor dynasty
  • Caesar (if it were so, it were a grievous fault; the Republic gives way to Empire), or
  • Lear; those the gods would destroy they first make mad.

But now, with all the votes cast across this great nation, we await the final outcome. Will the worm make his centre-stage bit-part appearance?

Sweating the small stuff:

 

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