Freshman Homework 9.20.11
Please read the following excerpt.
As you read you will notice certain words have been highlighted.
After you have finished reading, I would like you to "Do now" them:
1) copy down the highlighted words
2) record the definition for the words and
3) create a sentence using that word.
After completing this activity, please answer the guided questions that follow.
Keep in mind that each answer should not only address the question completely, but also include "evidence to support [your] analysis" in the form of quotations from the text.
Romeo and Juliet
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SCENE I. Verona. A public place.
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklersSAMPSON
Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.GREGORY
No, for then we should be colliers.SAMPSON
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.GREGORY
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.SAMPSON
I strike quickly, being moved.GREGORY
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.SAMPSON
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.GREGORY
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:SAMPSON
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I willGREGORY
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goesSAMPSON
to the wall.
True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,GREGORY
are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
to the wall.
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.SAMPSON
'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when IGREGORY
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
maids, and cut off their heads.
The heads of the maids?SAMPSON
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;GREGORY
take it in what sense thou wilt.
They must take it in sense that feel it.SAMPSON
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: andGREGORY
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thouSAMPSON
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
two of the house of the Montagues.
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.GREGORY
How! turn thy back and run?SAMPSON
Fear me not.GREGORY
No, marry; I fear thee!SAMPSON
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.GREGORY
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it asSAMPSON
they list.
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;ABRAHAM
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON
I do bite my thumb, sir.ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON
[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I sayGREGORY
ay?
No.SAMPSON
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but IGREGORY
bite my thumb, sir.
Do you quarrel, sir?ABRAHAM
Quarrel sir! no, sir.SAMPSON
If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.ABRAHAM
No better.SAMPSON
Well, sir.GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.ABRAHAM
You lie.SAMPSON
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.BENVOLIO
They fight
Enter BENVOLIO
Part, fools!TYBALT
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
Beats down their swords
Enter TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?BENVOLIO
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,TYBALT
Or manage it to part these men with me.
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,First Citizen
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!
They fight
Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!CAPULET
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!LADY CAPULET
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?CAPULET
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,MONTAGUE
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.LADY MONTAGUE
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.PRINCE
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,MONTAGUE
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?BENVOLIO
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Here were the servants of your adversary,LADY MONTAGUE
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?BENVOLIO
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sunMONTAGUE
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,BENVOLIO
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?MONTAGUE
I neither know it nor can learn of him.BENVOLIO
Have you importuned him by any means?MONTAGUE
Both by myself and many other friends:BENVOLIO
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself--I will not say how true--
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter ROMEO
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;MONTAGUE
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,BENVOLIO
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
Good-morrow, cousin.ROMEO
Is the day so young?BENVOLIO
But new struck nine.ROMEO
Ay me! sad hours seem long.BENVOLIO
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?ROMEO
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.BENVOLIO
In love?ROMEO
Out--BENVOLIO
Of love?ROMEO
Out of her favour, where I am in love.BENVOLIO
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,ROMEO
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,BENVOLIO
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.ROMEO
Good heart, at what?BENVOLIO
At thy good heart's oppression.ROMEO
Why, such is love's transgression.BENVOLIO
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
Soft! I will go along;ROMEO
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;BENVOLIO
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.ROMEO
What, shall I groan and tell thee?BENVOLIO
Groan! why, no.ROMEO
But sadly tell me who.
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:BENVOLIO
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.ROMEO
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.BENVOLIO
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.ROMEO
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hitBENVOLIO
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?ROMEO
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,BENVOLIO
For beauty starved with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.ROMEO
O, teach me how I should forget to think.BENVOLIO
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;ROMEO
Examine other beauties.
'Tis the wayBENVOLIO
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
Exeunt
Questions:
1: What causes the dispue between the men on both sides?
2: What is the prince's reaction to the dispute?
2: What is the prince's reaction to the dispute?
3. What is Romeo so sad about?
Sophomore Homework 9.20.11
Please read the following excerpt.
As you read you will notice certain words have been highlighted.
After you have finished reading, I would like you to "Do now" them:
1) copy down the highlighted words
2) record the definition for the words and
3) create a sentence using that word.
After completing this activity, please answer the guided questions that follow.
Keep in mind that each answer should not only address the question completely, but also include "evidence to support [your] analysis" in the form of quotations from the text.
Macbeth
Questions:
SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding SergeantDUNCAN
What bloody man is that? He can report,MALCOLM
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeantSergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;DUNCAN
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!Sergeant
As whence the sun 'gins his reflectionDUNCAN
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
Dismay'd not thisSergeant
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Yes;DUNCAN
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorise another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;MALCOLM
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
Exit Sergeant, attended
Who comes here?
Enter ROSS
The worthy thane of Ross.LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he lookROSS
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!DUNCAN
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?ROSS
From Fife, great king;DUNCAN
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
With terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
Great happiness!ROSS
That nowDUNCAN
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveROSS
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
I'll see it done.DUNCAN
What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
Exeunt
1. How does the captain describe Macbeth in battle? 2. What news does Ross bring and what is the King's reaction?
Senior Homework 9.20.11
Please read the following excerpt.
As you read you will notice certain words have been highlighted.
After you have finished reading, I would like you to "Do now" them:
1) copy down the highlighted words
2) record the definition for the words and
3) create a sentence using that word.
After completing this activity, please answer the guided questions that follow.
Keep in mind that each answer should not only address the question completely, but also include "evidence to support [your] analysis" in the form of quotations from the text.
Hamlet
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. (Continued)
Exit Ghost
MARCELLUS
MARCELLUS
'Tis gone, and will not answer.BERNARDO
How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:HORATIO
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?
Before my God, I might not this believeMARCELLUS
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Is it not like the king?HORATIO
As thou art to thyself:MARCELLUS
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
'Tis strange.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,HORATIO
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
In what particular thought to work I know not;MARCELLUS
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,HORATIO
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
Who is't that can inform me?
That can I;BERNARDO
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
As it doth well appear unto our state--
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
I think it be no other but e'en so:HORATIO
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.MARCELLUS
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
Re-enter Ghost
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me:
Cock crows
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?HORATIO
Do, if it will not stand.BERNARDO
'Tis here!HORATIO
'Tis here!MARCELLUS
'Tis gone!
Exit Ghost
We do it wrong, being so majestical,BERNARDO
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.HORATIO
And then it started like a guilty thingMARCELLUS
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
It faded on the crowing of the cock.HORATIO
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.MARCELLUS
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.
Exeunt
Questions:
1. Who do the men think the ghost is?
2. When Horatio tries to speak to the ghost, what does the ghost say?
3. What conclusion do they draw about the ghost regarding whether or not it will speak to Prince Hamlet?
2. When Horatio tries to speak to the ghost, what does the ghost say?
3. What conclusion do they draw about the ghost regarding whether or not it will speak to Prince Hamlet?
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