Read the passage from act 4, scene 3, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.BRUTUS. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.CASSIUS. Ha! Portia?BRUTUS. She is dead.CASSIUS. How scaped I killing when I crossed you so?O insupportable and touching loss!Upon what sickness?BRUTUS. Impatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark AntonyHave made themselves so strong—for with her death That tidings came. With this, she fell distraught,And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.CASSIUS. And died so?BRUTUS. Even so.CASSIUS. O ye immortal gods!
Read the sentence.Going to the game at night was always fun, but sometimes Cooper’s spirit for his team was not enough for a win.What type of phrase is the underlined phrase in the sentence?
How does the rhythm of iambic pentameter contribute to the meaning of Shakespeare’s "Sonnet 100”? Select two options.The stresses highlight important words and concepts.The stressed syllables impart an impression of anger.The irregular rhythm emphasizes unpleasant meanings.The regular rhythm intensifies the emotional impact.The singsong cadence adds to the sarcasm in the words.
Read the excerpt from Sunil's personal narrative.When I first came to the United States from India, I was frustrated by the assumptions people made about me and my culture. People often think that because I'm from India, I am a Hindu. I'm actually Malayali, from Kerala, and I'm Muslim. And the day that a girl at school asked me if it felt weird not living in a longhouse anymore really took the cake. India is known for a lot of different architectural styles, and a longhouse isn't one of them! But the misunderstandings about who I am and where I am from are only the tip of the iceberg. As a person of color, I've been called a lot of names here by people on the street, in the grocery store, in school—practically everywhere—and their underlying message is this: You have no right to feel safe here.
How does the author's language in this passage reveal his opinion of Dhofar? Select two options.
Read the passage from "Marriage Is a Private Affair" by Chinua Achebe.The prejudice against Nnaemeka’s marriage was not confined to his little village. In Lagos, especially among his people who worked there, it showed itself in a different way. Their women, when they met at their village meeting, were not hostile to Nene. Rather, they paid her such excessive deference as to make her feel she was not one of them. But as time went on, Nene gradually broke through some of this prejudice and even began to make friends among them. Slowly and grudgingly they began to admit that she kept her home much better than most of them.
Read this excerpt from the poem "Monet’s ‘Waterlilies’” by Robert Hayden.Here space and time exist in lightthe eye like the eye of faith believes.The seen, the knowndissolve in iridescence, becomeillusive flesh of lightthat was not, was, forever is.O light beheld as through refracting tears.Here is the aura of that worldeach of us has lost.Here is the shadow of its joy.
What are the central ideas of this excerpt? Select two options.
Read Shakespeare's "Sonnet 100.”Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeemIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemAnd gives thy pen both skill and argument.Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,If Time have any wrinkle graven there;If any, be a satire to decay,And make Time's spoils despised every where.Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
Read the excerpt from "A Genetics of Justice” by Julia Alvarez.Passage A:Given this mandate of silence, I was a real thorn in my mother's side.Passage B:Unfortunately for my mother, I grew up to be a writer publishing under my maiden name. . . . When I published a first novel with a strong autobiographical base, she did not talk to me for months.Passage C:When the [second] novel came out, I decided to go ahead and risk her anger. I inscribed a copy to both Mami and Papi with a note: "Thank you for having instilled in me through your sufferings a desire for freedom and justice." . . . . Days later, my mother called me up to tell me she had just finished the novel. "You put me back in those days. It was like I was reliving it all," she said sobbing. "I don't care what happens to us! I'm so proud of you for writing this book."I stood in my kitchen in Vermont, stunned, relishing her praise and listening to her cry. It was one of the few times since l had learned to talk that I did not try to answer my mother back. If there is such a thing as genetic justice that courses through the generations and finally manifests itself full-blown in a family moment, there it was.
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