10.11.11

Freshman Homework 10.11.11

Today we continued work on the following items. Please make sure that tonight you complete what you were not able to complete in class:

Sophomore Homework 10.11.11

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.

Summary: Act 2, scene 3

A porter stumbles through the hallway to answer the knocking, grumbling comically about the noise and mocking whoever is on the other side of the door. He compares himself to a porter at the gates of hell and asks, “Who’s there, i’ th’ name of Beelzebub?” (2.3.3). Macduff and Lennox enter, and Macduff complains about the porter’s slow response to his knock. The porter says that he was up late carousing and rambles on humorously about the effects of alcohol, which he says provokes red noses, sleepiness, and urination. He adds that drink also “provokes and unprovokes” lechery—it inclines one to be lustful but takes away the ability to have sex (2.3.27). Macbeth enters, and Macduff asks him if the king is awake, saying that Duncan asked to see him early that morning. In short, clipped sentences, Macbeth says that Duncan is still asleep. He offers to take Macduff to the king. As Macduff enters the king’s chamber, Lennox describes the storms that raged the previous night, asserting that he cannot remember anything like it in all his years. With a cry of “O horror, horror, horror!” Macduff comes running from the room, shouting that the king has been murdered (2.3.59). Macbeth and Lennox rush in to look, while Lady Macbeth appears and expresses her horror that such a deed could be done under her roof. General chaos ensues as the other nobles and their servants come streaming in. As Macbeth and Lennox emerge from the bedroom, Malcolm and Donalbain arrive on the scene. They are told that their father has been killed, most likely by his chamberlains, who were found with bloody daggers. Macbeth declares that in his rage he has killed the chamberlains.

Macduff seems suspicious of these new deaths, which Macbeth explains by saying that his fury at Duncan’s death was so powerful that he could not restrain himself. Lady Macbeth suddenly faints, and both Macduff and Banquo call for someone to attend to her. Malcolm and Donalbain whisper to each other that they are not safe, since whoever killed their father will probably try to kill them next. Lady Macbeth is taken away, while Banquo and Macbeth rally the lords to meet and discuss the murder. Duncan’s sons resolve to flee the court. Malcolm declares that he will go south to England, and Donalbain will hasten to Ireland.

Act II, Scene 3

The same.

[Knocking within. Enter a Porter] Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking within] 750 Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here 755 you'll sweat for't. [Knocking within] Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could 760 swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking within] 765 Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. 770 [Knocking within] Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in 775 some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking within] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate] [Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX] Macduff. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late? Porter. 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great 785 provoker of three things. Macduff. What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes 790 away the performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and 795 not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macduff. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Porter. That it did, sir, i' the very throat on me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I 800 think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macduff. Is thy master stirring? [Enter MACBETH] 805 Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. Lennox. Good morrow, noble sir. Macbeth. Good morrow, both. Macduff. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Macbeth. Not yet. 810 Macduff. He did command me to call timely on him: I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macbeth. I'll bring you to him. Macduff. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 'tis one. 815 Macbeth. The labour we delight in physics pain. This is the door. Macduff. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service. [Exit] Lennox. Goes the king hence to-day? Macbeth. He does: he did appoint so. Lennox. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death, 825 And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous and did shake. 830 Macbeth. 'Twas a rough night. Lennox. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. [Re-enter MACDUFF] Macduff. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart 835 Cannot conceive nor name thee! Macbeth. [with Lennox] What's the matter. Macduff. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence 840 The life o' the building! Macbeth. What is 't you say? the life? Lennox. Mean you his majesty? Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak; 845 See, and then speak yourselves. [Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX] Awake, awake! Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! 850 Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself! up, up, and see The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, To countenance this horror! Ring the bell. 855 [Bell rings] [Enter LADY MACBETH] Lady Macbeth. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! 860 Macduff. O gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell. [Enter BANQUO] 865 O Banquo, Banquo, Our royal master 's murder'd! Lady Macbeth. Woe, alas! What, in our house? Banquo. Too cruel any where. 870 Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, And say it is not so. [Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS] Macbeth. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, 875 There 's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. [Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN] Donalbain. What is amiss? Macbeth. You are, and do not know't: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Macduff. Your royal father 's murder'd. 885 Malcolm. O, by whom? Lennox. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; So were their daggers, which unwiped we found Upon their pillows: 890 They stared, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be trusted with them. Macbeth. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macduff. Wherefore did you so? 895 Macbeth. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: The expedition my violent love Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood; 900 And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart 905 Courage to make 's love known? Lady Macbeth. Help me hence, ho! Macduff. Look to the lady. Malcolm. [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? 910 Donalbain. [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? Let 's away; Our tears are not yet brew'd. 915 Malcolm. [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion. Banquo. Look to the lady: [LADY MACBETH is carried out] And when we have our naked frailties hid, 920 That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence Against the undivulged pretence I fight 925 Of treasonous malice. Macduff. And so do I. All. So all. Macbeth. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. 930 All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.] Malcolm. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. 935 Donalbain. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody. Malcolm. This murderous shaft that's shot 940 Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. 945 [Exeunt]     How do Malcolm and Donalbain react to the murder?

Senior Homework 10.11.11

 

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.




 

Act III, Scene 3

A room in the Castle.

Summary

Elsewhere in the castle, King Claudius speaks to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Badly shaken by the play and now considering Hamlet’s madness to be dangerous, Claudius asks the pair to escort Hamlet on a voyage to England and to depart immediately. They agree and leave to make preparations. Polonius enters and reminds the king of his plan to hide in Gertrude’s room and observe Hamlet’s confrontation with her. He promises to tell Claudius all that he learns. When Polonius leaves, the king is alone, and he immediately expresses his guilt and grief over his sin. A brother’s murder, he says, is the oldest sin and “hath the primal eldest curse upon’t” (III.iii.37). He longs to ask for forgiveness, but says that he is unprepared to give up that which he gained by committing the murder, namely, the crown and the queen. He falls to his knees and begins to pray.

Hamlet slips quietly into the room and steels himself to kill the unseeing Claudius. But suddenly it occurs to him that if he kills Claudius while he is praying, he will end the king’s life at the moment when he was seeking forgiveness for his sins, sending Claudius’s soul to heaven. This is hardly an adequate revenge, Hamlet thinks, especially since Claudius, by killing Hamlet’s father before he had time to make his last confession, ensured that his brother would not go to heaven. Hamlet decides to wait, resolving to kill Claudius when the king is sinning—when he is either drunk, angry, or lustful. He leaves. Claudius rises and declares that he has been unable to pray sincerely: “My words fly up, my thoughts remain below” (III.iii.96).

Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. Claudius. I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you. 2280 The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies. Guildenstern. We will ourselves provide. Most holy and religious fear it is 2285 To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your Majesty. Rosencrantz. The single and peculiar life is bound With all the strength and armour of the mind To keep itself from noyance; but much more 2290 That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests The lives of many. The cesse of majesty Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, 2295 To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. 2300 Claudius. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We will haste us. Exeunt Gentlemen. Enter Polonius. Polonius. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet. Behind the arras I'll convey myself To hear the process. I'll warrant she'll tax him home; And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 2310 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege. I'll call upon you ere you go to bed And tell you what I know. 2315 Claudius. Thanks, dear my lord. [Exit [Polonius].] O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murther! Pray can I not, 2320 Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand 2325 Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, 2330 To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murther'? That cannot be; since I am still possess'd 2335 Of those effects for which I did the murther- My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, 2340 And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above. There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, 2345 To give in evidence. What then? What rests? Try what repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, 2350 Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay. Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. He kneels. Enter Hamlet. Hamlet. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven, And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd. A villain kills my father; and for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send 2360 To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge! He took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven? 2365 But in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and seasoned for his passage? No. 2370 Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent. When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage; Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't- 2375 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Exit. Claudius. [rises] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. 2380 Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Exit.

1. How did Hamlet react to the King's "repentance" ?