Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 3, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.MESSALA. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meetThe noble Brutus, thrusting this reportInto his ears. I may say, "thrusting” it,For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of BrutusAs tidings of this sight.TITINIUS. Hie you, Messala,And I will seek for Pindarus the while.[Exit MESSALA]Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends, and did not theyPut on my brows this wreath of victory,And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything!But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and IWill do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.By your leave, gods,—this is a Roman’s part:Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart.
Which quotations from this excerpt are examples of imagery? Select three options.
What elements does a strong literary analysis always contain? Select two options.relevant data a clearly outlined plota thesis statementa list of steps to followsupporting evidence
Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 1, of Julius Caesar.ANTONY. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggersHacked one another in the sides of Caesar:You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet,Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind,Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 2, of Julius Caesar.CASSIUS. To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And after scandal them: or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout: then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and shout]
Read the excerpt from act 3 of A Doll’s House.Nora: In all these eight years—longer than that—from the very beginning of our acquaintance, we have never exchanged a word on any serious subject.Helmer: Was it likely that I would be continually and forever telling you about worries that you could not help me to bear?Nora: I am not speaking about business matters. I say that we have never sat down in earnest together to try and get at the bottom of anything.Helmer: But, dearest Nora, would it have been any good to you?Nora: That is just it; you have never understood me. I have been greatly wronged, Torvald—first by papa and then by you.
Read the excerpt from act 2, scene 1, of Julius Caesar.[PORTIA.] It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape As it hath much prevailed on your condition, I should not know you Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.BRUTUS. I am not well in health, and that is all.PORTIA. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it. . . .[PORTIA.] You have some sick offence within your mind Which by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of.
Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 5, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.[BRUTUS.] Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,That have but laboured to attain this hour. . . .I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.Thou art a fellow of a good respect.Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? STRATO. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BRUTUS. Farewell, good Strato. . . .Caesar, now be still:I killed not thee with half so good a will.
Read the passage from "By the Waters of Babylon.”I went north—I did not try to hide myself. When a god or a demon saw me, then I would die, but meanwhile I was no longer afraid. My hunger for knowledge burned in me—there was so much that I could not understand.
Read the excerpt from act 2 of A Doll’s House.Nurse: Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything. Nora: Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their mother if she went away altogether?Nurse: Good heavens!—went away altogether?Nora: Nurse, I want you to tell me something I have often wondered about—how could you have the heart to put your own child out among strangers?Nurse: I was obliged to, if I wanted to be little Nora's Nurse.Nora: Yes, but how could you be willing to do it?Nurse: What, when I was going to get such a good place by it? A poor girl who has got into trouble should be glad to. Besides, that wicked man didn't do a single thing for me.
Read the passage from A Doll’s House.Helmer: [calls out from his room]. Is that my little lark twittering out there?Nora: [busy opening some of the parcels]. Yes, it is!Helmer: Is it my little squirrel bustling about?Nora: Yes!Helmer: When did my squirrel come home?Nora: Just now. [Puts the bag of macaroons into her pocket and wipes her mouth.] Come in here, Torvald, and see what I have bought.Helmer: Don't disturb me. [A little later, he opens the door and looks into the room, pen in hand.] Bought, did you say? All these things? Has my little spendthrift been wasting money again?Nora: Yes but, Torvald, this year we really can let ourselves go a little. This is the first Christmas that we have not needed to economize.
Read the excerpt from act 3 of A Doll's House.Helmer: How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Have you not been happy here?Nora: No, I have never been happy. I thought I was, but it has never really been so.Helmer: Not—not happy!Nora: No, only merry. And you have always been so kind to me. But our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was papa's doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls. I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun when I played with them. That is what our marriage has been, Torvald.
Which conflicts occur in this passage? Select three options.
Read the passage from Amy Tan's "Rules of the Game.”My parents made many concessions to allow me to practice. One time I complained that the bedroom I shared was so noisy that I couldn’t think. Thereafter, my brothers slept in a bed in the living room facing the street. I said I couldn’t finish my rice; my head didn’t work right when my stomach was too full. I left the table with half-finished bowls and nobody complained. But there was one duty I couldn’t avoid. I had to accompany my mother on Saturday market days when I had no tournament to play. My mother would proudly walk with me, visiting many shops, buying very little. "This my daughter Wave-ly Jong,” she said to whoever looked her way.One day after we left a shop I said under my breath, "I wish you wouldn’t do that, telling everybody I’m your daughter.” My mother stopped walking. Crowds of people with heavy bags pushed past us on the sidewalk, bumping into first one shoulder, then another.
Read the excerpt from act 2, scene 1, of Julius Caesar.PORTIA. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,He would embrace the means to come by it. . . .You have some sick offence within your mindWhich by the right and virtue of my place,I ought to know of. And upon my knees,I charm you by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love, and that great vowWhich did incorporate and make us one,That you unfold to me, your self, your half,Why you are heavy, and what men tonightHave had resort to you—for here have beenSome six or seven, who did hide their facesEven from darkness.
Read the excerpt from act 2, scene 1, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.[PORTIA.] You’ve ungently, Brutus,Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supperYou suddenly arose, and walked about Musing and sighing, with your arms across,And when I asked you what the matter was,You stared upon me with ungentle looks.I urged you further; then you scratched your head,And too impatiently stamped with your foot. Yet I insisted, yet you answered not,But with an angry wafture of your handGave sign for me to leave you. So I did,Fearing to strengthen that impatienceWhich seemed too much enkindled, and withal Hoping it was but an effect of humour,Which sometime hath his hour with every man.It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,And could it work so much upon your shapeAs it hath much prevailed on your condition,I should not know you Brutus. Dear my lord,Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.BRUTUS. I am not well in health, and that is all.PORTIA. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,He would embrace the means to come by it. . . . You have some sick offence within your mindWhich by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of. And upon my knees,I charm you by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love, and that great vowWhich did incorporate and make us one,That you unfold to me, your self, your half, Why you are heavy, and what men tonightHave had resort to you—for here have beenSome six or seven, who did hide their facesEven from darkness.BRUTUS. Kneel not, gentle Portia. . . . You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy dropsThat visit my sad heart.
Read the two excerpts from act 4, scene 3, and act 5, scene 5, of Julius Caesar.CASSIUS. Ha! Portia?BRUTUS. She is dead.CASSIUS. How scaped I killing when I crossed you so?O insupportable and touching loss!Upon what sickness?BRUTUS. Impatient of my absence,And grief that young Octavius with Mark AntonyHave made themselves so strong—for with her deathThat tidings came. With this, she fell distraught,And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.BRUTUS. Why this, Volumnius.The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to meTwo several times by night—at Sardis once,And this last night, here in Philippi fields.I know my hour is come.VOLUMNIUS. Not so, my lord.BRUTUS. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.Our enemies have beat us to the pit,[Low alarums]It is more worthy to leap in ourselvesThan tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,Thou know’st that we two went to school together.Even for that, our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword hilts, whilst I run on it. . . .So fare you well at once, for Brutus’ tongueHath almost ended his life’s history.Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,That have but laboured to attain this hour. . . . I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.Thou art a fellow of a good respect.Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. Hold then my sword, and turn away thy faceWhile I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
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