Wednesday, October 15, 2014

October 16

AGENDA:

1. JOURNAL WRITE:
       Contrast the relationship between Caesar and Calpurnia and that of Brutus and Portia. What do the differences suggest about the character of the two men?

2.  Seven greatest back stabs in history PPT
3.  Literary term review - foil, hamartia, catharsis, denouement, epilogue, prologue, hubris, deux ex machine (pronunciation: Day-oos eks MAH-kee-nah), synesthesia 
4. Roles for tomorrow's assassination...Greek Theater

HW: Read Act 2.3 and 2.4 (see below)






Enter ARTEMIDORUS [reading a paper].  paper (A letter that Artemidorus has written.)
  
     ARTEMIDORUS  
     "Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;   
     come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not   
     Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus   
     loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.   
2.3.5     There is but one mind in all these men, and it is   
     bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,   
     look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.   
     The mighty gods defend thee!
                                            Thy lover,  
2.3.10                                                   ARTEMIDORUS."   
     Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,   
     And as a suitor will I give him this.  
     My heart laments that virtue cannot live   
     Out of the teeth of emulation.   
2.3.15     If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;   
     If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.   
  
     Exit



Act 2.4 
Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS  
  
     PORTIA  
     I prithee, boy, run to the Senate-house;   
     Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.   
     Why dost thou stay?   
  
     LUCIUS  
                             To know my errand, madam.   
  
     PORTIA  
     I would have had thee there, and here again,   
2.4.5     Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.—   
     O constancy, be strong upon my side,   
     Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!   
     I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.   
     How hard it is for women to keep counsel!   
2.4.10     Art thou here yet?
   
     LUCIUS  
                             Madam, what should I do?   
     Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?   
     And so return to you, and nothing else?   
  
     PORTIA  
     Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,   
     For he went sickly forth: and take good note   
2.4.15     What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.   
     Hark, boy! what noise is that?   
  
     LUCIUS  
     I hear none, madam.   
  
     PORTIA  
                             Prithee, listen well;   
     I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,  
     And the wind brings it from the Capitol.   
  
     LUCIUS  
2.4.20     Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.   
  
     Enter the Soothsayer.  
  
     PORTIA  
     Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?   
  
     Soothsayer  
     At mine own house, good lady.   
  
     PORTIA  
     What is't o'clock?   
  
     Soothsayer  
                            About the ninth hour, lady.   
  
     PORTIA  
     Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?   
  
     Soothsayer  
2.4.25     Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,   
     To see him pass on to the Capitol.   
  
     PORTIA  
     Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?   
  
     Soothsayer  
     That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar   
     To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,   
2.4.30     I shall beseech him to befriend himself.   
  
     PORTIA  
     Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?   
  
     Soothsayer  
     None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.   
     Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow;   
     The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,   
2.4.35     Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,   
     Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:   
     I'll get me to a place more void, and there   
     Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.   
  
     Exit [Soothsayer].  
  
     PORTIA  
     I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing   
2.4.40     The heart of woman is! O Brutus,   
     The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!  
     Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit   
     That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.   
     Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;  
2.4.45     Say I am merry. Come to me again,   
     And bring me word what he doth say to thee.   
  
     Exeunt [severally].  

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