GROUP PRACTICE Prose Blank Verse or Rhymed Verse

GROUP PRACTICE : Prose, Blank Verse, or Rhymed Verse?

• #1: • Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. 15 It was the nightingale, and not the lark, • min That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

ANSWER: BLANK VERSE • #1: • Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. 15 It was the nightingale, and not the lark, • min That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

• #2: Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir? Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

ANSWER: PROSE • #2: Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir? Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

• #3: • Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made Those are pearls that were his eyes Nothing of him that doth fade

ANSWER: RHYMED VERSE • #3: • Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made Those are pearls that were his eyes Nothing of him that doth fade

• #4: Nurse: He was a merry man—took up the child. “Yea, ” quoth he, “Dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit, Wilt thou not, Jule? ” and, by my holy dame, The pretty wretch left crying and say “ay. ”

ANSWER: BLANK VERSE • #4: Nurse: He was a merry man—took up the child. “Yea, ” quoth he, “Dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit, Wilt thou not, Jule? ” and, by my holy dame, The pretty wretch left crying and say “ay. ”

• #5: Romeo: Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich to use, for earth too dear.

ANSWER: RHYMED VERSE • #5: Romeo: Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich to use, for earth too dear.

• #6: • Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

ANSWER: RHYMED VERSE • #6: • Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

• #7: Romeo: Here’s goodly gear. Benvolio: A sail, a sail! Mercutio: Two, two—a shirt and a smock.

ANSWER: PROSE • #7: Romeo: Here’s goodly gear. Benvolio: A sail, a sail! Mercutio: Two, two—a shirt and a smock.