January 30, 2019
Standards:
RL.11-12.4 Determine the meaning of words and phrases as they are used in the text; analyze the impact of specific word choices on meaning and tone, including words with multiple meanings or language that is particularly engaging.
RL.11-12.7 Analyze multiple interpretations of a story, drama, or poem, evaluating how each version interprets the source text.
Obj: I can determine the meaning of words and phrases as they are used in Hamlet and analyze the impact of specific word choices and how they depict the human condition.
I can analyze multiple interpretations of Hamlet and evaluate how each source is interpreted.
Starter:
What does 1.1-1.2 reveal about the complexities of being human?
Provide at least one example and explain how it connects to the human condition.
Vocabulary:
Word: Assonance
Part of Speech: Noun
Dictionary Definition: : relatively close juxtaposition of similar sounds especially of vowels (as in "rise high in the bright sky")
Your Definition:
Activity: Create or find another example of assonance.
Activity:
1. BBC Hamlet Production
As a class, we will watch the scenes we read.
Pay close attention to the way Hamlet is characterized in the movie compared to the text.
Jot down notes about what is similar and different to what you imagined.
We will discuss this as a class.
2. Hamlet Analysis
With a partner, complete the Hamlet Figurative Language 1.2 activity.
Make a copy of the document and move it to your assignment folder.
First, identify five different examples of figurative language used in the speech and analyze the meaning.
Then, translate the speech into modern day language that is familiar to you.
You may use any sort of style that is suitable for you and your partner.
When complete, think about the big idea.
Answer: What does this soliloquy reveal about his human condition?
Use the link above to help define unfamiliar terms.
Hamlet's Soliloquy
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.
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.
Closure:
Complete one task for your reading log.
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