Today in class we began our second round of thesis essays. Please make sure to complete the following sheet according to my instructions and have it completed by MONDAY. Tomorrow we will be working on test prep for FRIDAY'S TEST.
Sophomore Homework 10.5.11
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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
Study Questions:
1. Give two indications in this scene to show that Macbeth is growing hard-hearted.
2. Did Lady Macbeth faint or only pretend to? Give reasons for your answer.
3. When did Macbeth kill the guards? Quote the lines in which he says that he did.
Senior Homework 10.5.11
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 THREE SCENE ONE
- Claudius. And can you by no drift of circumstance
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet 1685
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
- Rosencrantz. He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
- Guildenstern. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof 1690
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
- Gertrude. Did he receive you well?
- Rosencrantz. Most like a gentleman.
- Guildenstern. But with much forcing of his disposition. 1695
- Rosencrantz. Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
- Gertrude. Did you assay him
To any pastime?
- Rosencrantz. Madam, it so fell out that certain players 1700
We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it. They are here about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him. 1705
- Polonius. 'Tis most true;
And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
- Claudius. With all my heart, and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin'd. 1710
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
- Rosencrantz. We shall, my lord.
- Claudius. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; 1715
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, 1720
We may of their encounter frankly judge
And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.
- Gertrude. I shall obey you; 1725
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours. 1730
- Ophelia. Madam, I wish it may.
- Polonius. Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves.- [To Ophelia] Read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour 1735
Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The Devil himself.
- Claudius. [aside] O, 'tis too true! 1740
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
O heavy burthen! 1745
- Polonius. I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.
- Hamlet. To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 1750
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks 1755
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 1760
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, 1765
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 1770
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of? 1775
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry 1780
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.
- Ophelia. Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day? 1785
- Hamlet. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
- Ophelia. My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.
- Hamlet. No, not I! 1790
I never gave you aught.
- Ophelia. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind 1795
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
- Hamlet. Ha, ha! Are you honest?
- Ophelia. My lord?
- Hamlet. Are you fair? 1800
- Ophelia. What means your lordship?
- Hamlet. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
- Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
- Hamlet. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform 1805
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,
but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
- Ophelia. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
- Hamlet. You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so 1810
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you
not.
- Ophelia. I was the more deceived.
- Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse 1815
me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; 1820
believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
father?
- Ophelia. At home, my lord.
- Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in's own house. Farewell. 1825
- Ophelia. O, help him, you sweet heavens!
- Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt
needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what 1830
monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
Farewell.
- Ophelia. O heavenly powers, restore him!
- Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you 1835
amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your
wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made
me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are
married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as
they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit. 1840
- Ophelia. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down! 1845
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth 1850
Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
- Claudius. Love? his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, 1855
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination 1860
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas, and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart, 1865
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
- Polonius. It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.- How now, Ophelia? 1870
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please;
But if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him; 1875
And I'll be plac'd so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him; or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
- Claudius. It shall be so. 1880
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. Exeunt.
Questions:
1. How can we characterize OPHELIA?
2. Why does Hamlet suggest she go to a nunnery?
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