final review session

Final Review Session

ENGL 305Dr. Fike

Format

• Your final examination has the same two parts as your midterm: 5 passages (identification, analysis, connection, concept) and an essay question.

• The difference is that the essay question, though centered on tragedy and romance, will have a comprehensive element that will require you to write about one of the comedies or histories.

Today’s Review

• Let’s first go over the quizzes. Some of these passages may be on the final examination.

• Then we’ll do an exercise to generate themes and issues from the PowerPoints and The Bedford Companion.

O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt,Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fixedHis canon ’gainst self-slaughter!

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy

judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,For the apparel oft proclaims the man…

But, howsoever thou pursues this act,Taint not thy mind nor let thy soul contriveAgainst thy mother aught. Leave her to heavenAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,To prick and sting her.

Pray can I not,Though inclination be as sharp as will;My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,And like a man to double business boundI stand in pause where I shall first beginAnd both neglect.

“Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,All in the morning betime,And I a maid at your window,To be your Valentine.”

How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with.To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation.

There is a willow grows askant the brook,That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;Therewith fantastic garlands did she makeOf crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long

purples,That liberal shepherds give a grosser name…

So you shall hearOf carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,And, in this upshot, purposes mistookFall’n on th’ inventors’ heads. All this can ITruly deliver.

Good my lord,You have begot me, bred me, loved me. IReturn those duties back as are right fit,Obey you, love you, and most honor you.Why have my sisters husbands, if they sayThey love you all?

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor,Most choice forsaken, and most loved despised,Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.

A credulous father, and a brother noble,Whose nature is so far from doing harmsThat he suspects none; on whose foolish

honestyMy practices ride easy. I see the business.Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit.All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.

Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once: of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of Stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women.

These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked twixt son and father.

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,Turn all her mother's pains and benefitsTo laughter and contempt, that she may feelHow sharper than a serpent's tooth it isTo have a thankless child.

To both these sisters have I sworn my love, Each jealous of the other as the stungAre of the adder. Which of them shall I take?Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be

enjoyedIf both remain alive.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend

youFrom seasons such as these? O, I have ta'enToo little care of this!

He childed as I fathered.

Me (poor man) my libraryWas dukedom large enough. Of temporal royaltiesHe thinks me now incapable; confederates (So dry he was for sway) wi’ th’ King of NaplesTo give him annual tribute, do him homage,Subject his coronet to his crown, and bendThe dukedom, yet unbowed (alas, poor Milan!),To most ignoble stooping.

Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes;Nothing of him that doth fadeBut doth suffer a sea changeInto something rich and strange.Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’s threatsTo whom I am subdued, are but light to me,Might I but through my prison once a dayBehold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ earthLet liberty make use of. Space enoughHave I in such a prison.

I’ th’ commonwealth I would by contrariesExecute all things. For no kind of trafficWould I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,And use of service, none; contract, succession,Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;No occupation; all men idle, all;And women too, but innocent and pure; No sovereignty.

This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,

Thou strok’st me and made much of me, wouldst give me

Water with berries in ’t, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed.Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.Be not disturbed with my infirmity.If you be pleased, retire into my cellAnd there repose. A turn or two I’ll walkTo still my beating mind.

Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration, worthWhat’s dearest to the world! Full many a ladyI have eyed with best regard, and many a timeThe harmony of their tongues hath into bondageBrought my too diligent ear. For several virtuesHave I liked several women, never anyWith so full soul but some defect in herDid quarrel with the noblest grace she owedAnd put it to the foil. But you, O you,So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature’s best!

O wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new worldThat has such people in’t!

Was Milan thrust from Milan that his issueShould become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy, and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars. In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand her brother found a wifeWhere he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle; and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.

Group Exercise re. Essay QuestionIn groups of 3-5 people, do the following: • 10 minutes: First, for each play we have studied since the midterm,

list as many themes/concepts/issues/motifs as you can. Write them down in your notes. Use The Bedford Companion for this step. The study guide will be very helpful here.

• 10 minutes: Second, identify one theme that runs throughout all three plays and write a question about it. The question should take the following form: – We have seen x theme/concept/issue/motif in all the plays of our tragedy and

romance units and in The Bedford Companion.– In general terms sketch the parameters of the issue itself. – Using things, characters, situations, allusions, etc., argue that Hamlet, King

Lear, and The Tempest exemplify/relate to the criterion to varying degrees. Explain.

– Argue that one of the comedies or histories illustrates the criterion as well.– Repeat the process.

• 10 minutes: Share your questions with the class. END