Great job annotating this past week.
1) Please continue your annotations in Scene 3 of Hamlet.
This is a short scene!!! Do it well, but please focus the majority of your attention on your
2)Character Analysis Essay (due this week)
The essays are due before class.
Please turn them in on the kitchen counter do we have a chance to review them.
3) ALSO remember to attach your fully revised outline to your paper.
We discussed format in class on Thursday. Please follow those suggestions.
All outlines and Essays must be 5 paragraphs, typed... And at least 1page in length.
4) we had a brief intro to allusions in class on Thursday. Please finish reading about allusions in your textbook so we can delve deeper into this subject on Thursday. Don't forget to bring your bible to class!!!
5) find the Allusions in the following soliloquy and explain;
For extra credit worth 5 points added to your essay
Please find the biblical allusion in earlier in Scene 2 !!!!
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lHamlet's Soliloquy: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt (1.2) Annotations
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, (135)
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: (140)
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, (145)
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, (150)
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: (155)
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: (160)
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
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