Freshman Homework 9.28.11
Today we worked on the following format to help organize our essay. Many of you require more time to finish this part of the composition, and that's okay because we all write, create and organize at different rates. However, I do expect that this will be completed and ready for submission by Monday, 3rd period. Have a great weekend!
Sophomore Homework 9.28.11
HOMEWORK:
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.
Act I, Scene 6
Before Macbeth’s castle.
[Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,] [p]DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants]
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QUESTIONS
1. How did Duncan describe Macbeth's castle?
2. Why didn’t Macbeth come out to greet his guests?Senior Homework 9.28.11
HOMEWORK:
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) record the highlighted words
2) record the definition for the words and
3) create a sentence using each 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. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.
- Father's Ghost. Mark me.
- Hamlet. I will. 735
- Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
- Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!
- Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing 740
To what I shall unfold.
- Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear.
- Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
- Hamlet. What?
- Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, 745
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house, 750
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end 755
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love-
- Hamlet. O God! 760
- Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
- Hamlet. Murther?
- Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
- Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 765
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
- Father's Ghost. I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, 770
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, 775
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
- Hamlet. O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
- Father's Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts-
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, 785
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine! 790
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage. 795
But soft! methinks I scent the morning air.
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebona in a vial, 800
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body, 805
And with a sudden vigour it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust 810
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd;
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, 815
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
- Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
- Father's Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 820
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge 825
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit.
- Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 830
And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart!
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 835
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
That youth and observation copied there,
And thy commandment all alone shall live 840
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables! Meet it is I set it down 845
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.]
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word:
It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.'
I have sworn't. 850
- Horatio. [within] My lord, my lord!
- Marcellus. Lord Hamlet!
- Horatio. Heaven secure him!
- Hamlet. So be it! 855
- Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
- Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
- Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord?
- Horatio. What news, my lord?
- Marcellus. O, wonderful! 860
- Horatio. Good my lord, tell it.
- Hamlet. No, you will reveal it.
- Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven!
- Marcellus. Nor I, my lord.
- Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? 865
But you'll be secret?
- Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord.
- Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
- Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 870
To tell us this.
- Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right!
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part;
You, as your business and desires shall point you, 875
For every man hath business and desire,
Such as it is; and for my own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
- Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
- Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 880
Yes, faith, heartily.
- Horatio. There's no offence, my lord.
- Hamlet. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. 885
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
- Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will. 890
- Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night.
- Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not.
- Hamlet. Nay, but swear't.
- Horatio. In faith,
My lord, not I. 895
- Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith.
- Hamlet. Upon my sword.
- Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already.
- Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
- Father's Ghost. Swear.
- Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Consent to swear.
- Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. 905
- Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.
- Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear.
- Hamlet. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen, 910
And lay your hands again upon my sword.
Never to speak of this that you have heard:
Swear by my sword.
- Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword.
- Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? 915
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends."
- Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
- Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 920
But come!
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself
(As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on), 925
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' 930
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me- this is not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you,
Swear.
- Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. 935
- Hamlet. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do t' express his love and friending to you, 940
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together. 945
Questions:
1. How would you describe Hamlet's interaction with his father?
2. Can you describe the tone or the mood of the the ghost? how did he feel about what was going on?
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