Friday, January 16, 2015

Due Tuesday before Finals

Please print the document below and use it to practice your two columns of marking the text (literal summary on the left and device analysis on the right.)

Bring your marked up document to class.

Practice Shakespeare passage

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Due Thursday and Finals Info

3. Do a level one review of plot events of Act II, scenes 1 and 2, stopping before the players enter.(around line 380).

2. Do a level two reading (think carefully about literal and analytical ideas) of Act II, scene 2, Hamlet's speech beginning with "I will tell you what, so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery", but focusing on the "Oh what a piece of work is man..." portion.

What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.

1. No marking the text required.


Your final will consist of a passage analysis essay (Shakespearean passage) and an objective, fill in the blank component. Study guide available here.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Due Wednesday

Perform a level three review of the remainder of Act I.

Perform a level 1 (marking the text) on the "Too too solid speech." Text below.

HAMLET
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Due Tuesday

There are three levels of review that you will be performing, listed in order of most basic to most complicated. Only on the last listed below, do you have to write anything down, although you are welcome to mark close text reading for those speeches listed under step 2 below if you want to go the extra mile.

3. Review plot events for scenes 1 and 2 of Act I.

2. Review the following speeches, practicing our close text (literal summary and analysis techniques) in your head. You do not need to write anything down, but can if you choose.

- Act I, scene ii beginning speech by King Claudius: "Though yet our memory..."
- Act I, scene ii, speech by Hamlet: "Seems madam? Nay, it is"

1. Mark close text observations on the following speech, using your left margin for literal summary and your right for analytical analysis and associative thinking. If you are using an etext (or don't want to write in your book), I'll include the passage below so you can copy and paste and print it for ease of marking the text.

- Act I, scene ii, speech by King Claudius: "'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet..."

KING CLAUDIUS
'Tis sweet and co
mmendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd: whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.