The Least You Should Know: Basic Comprehension
1. Why is Oberon angry with his queen?
2. On what mission does Oberon send Puck?
3. Upon overhearing Demetrius and Helena, what does Oberon command Puck to do?
4. Upon whose eyes does Puck apply the potion?
5. When he wakes up, who does Lysander see and love?
6. What is
7. To where has Lysander disappeared when Hermia awakes?
Vocabulary Power: Words to Know
Visualizing the Play
Young, dumb, and in love: Hermia and Lysander
Tackling Challenging Passages
Utilize critical reading strategies
to tackle complicated text
- Locate and read Titania's passage from Act II, scene 2 of your script (>)
(*Note her main idea in the first line: "These are the forgeries of jealousy" (this is what our fight has done to nature)
- Underline main ideas: what are the natural disasters Titania and Oberon have caused?
Circle supporting details that help you visualize the disasters; utilize footnotes and companion text as well
- Discuss with your seat partner
- Write a short paraphrase in the margin at the end of the passage; be ready to share full group
Don't be afraid to volunteer to "play a part."
No one here is a professional actor! Willingness to experience the language through physicality and group play makes it come to life!
VIDEO: Playing Shakespeare
(Act II, scene 1, lines 81-117)
These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.