tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18004948398483376852024-02-19T10:41:18.804-06:00BCHS blogs "The Crucible"Sophomore English blog on "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller. John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-78654923409971790022016-05-11T08:06:00.002-05:002016-05-11T08:06:14.568-05:00Mary Warren stands up...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mary Warren: They had Doctor Griggs examine her, and she’s full to the brim. </div>
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And smokin’ a pipe all these years, and no husband either! But she’s safe, thank </div>
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I am an official of the court, they say, and I - She has been edging toward </div>
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Proctor: I’ll official you! He strides to the mantel, takes down the whip hanging </div>
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Mary Warren, terrified, but coming erect, striving for her authority: I’ll not </div>
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Proctor: I’ll whip the Devil out of you! With whip raised he reaches out for her, </div>
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Mary Warren, pointing at Elizabeth: I saved her life today! </div>
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Silence. His whip comes down. </div>
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Elizabeth, softly: I am accused? </div>
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Mary Warren, quaking: Somewhat mentioned. But I said 1 never see no sign </div>
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Elizabeth: Who accused me?</div>
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I would have you speak civilly to me, from this out. </div>
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Proctor, in horror, muttering in disgust at her: Go to bed. </div>
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Mary Warren, with a stamp of her foot: I’ll not be ordered to bed no more, Mr. Proctor! I am </div>
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Proctor: Do you wish to sit up? Then sit up. </div>
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Mary Warren: I wish to go to bed! </div>
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Proctor, in anger: Good night, then! Mary Warren: Good night. Dissatisfied, uncertain of herself, she goes out. Wide-eyed, both, Proctor and Elizabeth stand staring. Elizabeth, quietly: Oh, the noose, the noose is up! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Proctor: </i>If she is innocent! Why do you never wonder if Parris be innocent, or Abigail? Is the accuser always holy now? Were they born this morning as clean as God’s fingers? I’ll tell you what’s walking Salem - vengeance is walking Salem. We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law! This warrant’s vengeance! I’ll not give my wife to vengeance!</span></div>
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1. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metaphor" target="_blank">Metaphor</a><br />
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<i>The common room of Proctor’s house, eight days later.</i><br />
<i>At the right is a door opening on the fields outside. A fireplace is at the left, and behind it a stairway leading upstairs. It is the low, dark, and rather long living room of the time. As the curtain rises, the room is empty. From above, Elizabeth is heard softly singing to the children. Presently the door opens and John Proctor enters, carrying his gun. He glances about the room as he comes toward the fireplace, then halts for an instant as he hears her singing. He continues on to the fireplace, leans the gun against the wall as he swings a pot out of the fire and smells it. Then he lifts out the ladle and tastes. He is not quite pleased. He reaches to a cupboard, takes a pinch of salt, and drops it into the pot. As he is tasting again, her footsteps are heard on the stair. He swings the pot into the fireplace and goes to a basin and washes his hands and face, Elizabeth enters.</i><br />
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Elizabeth: What keeps you so late? It’s almost dark.<br />
Proctor: I were planting far out to the forest edge.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh, you’re done then.<br />
Proctor: Aye, the farm is seeded. The boys asleep?<br />
Elizabeth: They will be soon.<br />
<i>And she goes to the fireplace, proceeds to ladle up stew in a dish.</i><br />
Proctor: Pray now for a fair summer.<br />
Elizabeth: Aye.<br />
Proctor: Are you well today?<br />
Elizabeth: I am.<br />
<i>She brings the plate to the table, and, indicating the food:. It is a rabbit.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>going to the table</i>: Oh, is it! In Jonathan’s trap?<br />
Elizabeth: No, she walked into the house this afternoon; I found her sittin’ in the corner like she come to visit.<br />
Proctor: Oh, that’s a good sign walkin’ in.<br />
Elizabeth: Pray God. It hurt my heart to strip her, poor rabbit.<br />
<i>She sits and watches him taste it.</i><br />
Proctor: It’s well seasoned.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>blushing with pleasure</i>: I took great care. She’s tender?<br />
Proctor: Aye.<br />
<i>He eats. She watches him. </i><br />
I think we’ll see green fields soon. It’s warm as blood beneath the clods.<br />
Elizabeth: That’s well.<br />
<i>Proctor eats, then looks up.</i><br />
Proctor: If the crop is good I’ll buy George Jacob’s heifer. How would that please you?<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it would.<br />
Proctor, <i>with a grin</i>: I mean to please you, Elizabeth.<br />
Elizabeth <i>- it is hard to say</i>: I know it, John.<br />
<i>He gets up, goes to her, kisses her. She receives it. With a certain disappointment, he returns to the table.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>as gently as he can</i>: Cider?<br />
Elizabeth, <i>with a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot</i>: Aye!<br />
<i>She gets up and goes and pours a glass for him. He now arches his back.</i><br />
Proctor: This farm’s a continent when you go foot by foot droppin’ seeds in it.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>coming with the cider</i>: It must be.<br />
Proctor, <i>drinks a long draught, then, putting the glass down</i>: You ought to bring some flowers in the house.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh! I forgot! I will tomorrow.<br />
Proctor: It’s winter in here yet. On Sunday let you come with me, and we’ll walk the farm together; I never see such a load of flowers on the earth.<br />
<i>With good feeling he goes and looks up at the sky through the open doorway. </i><br />
Lilacs have a purple smell. Lilac is the smell of nightfall, I think. Massachusetts is a beauty in the spring!<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it is.<br />
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Putnam: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam<br />
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Rebecca: I cannot fathom that.<br />
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Mrs. Putnam, <i>with a growing edge of sarcasm</i>: But I must! You think it God’s<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">"<i>Abigail rises, staring as though inspired, and cries out. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I want to open myself! They turn to her, startled. She is enraptured, as though </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">in a pearly light. I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osborn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">with the Devil! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">As she is speaking, Betty is rising from the bed, a fever in her eyes, and picks up the </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty, staring too: I saw George Jacobs with the Devil! I saw Goody Howe with the </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Parris: She speaks! He rushes to embrace Betty. She speaks! Hale: Glory to God! It is </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">broken, they are free! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty, calling out hysterically and with great relief: I saw Martha Bellows with the </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Devil! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! It is rising to o great glee. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Putnam: The marshal, I’ll call the marshal! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Parris is shouting a prayer of thanksgiving.</i> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty: I saw Alice Barrow with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>The curtain begins to fall. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Hale, as Putnam goes out: Let the marshal bring irons! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Hawkins with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty: I saw Goody Bibber with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Booth with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">On their ecstatic cries </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Proctor: </i>If she is innocent! Why do you never wonder if Parris be innocent, or Abigail? Is the accuser always holy now? Were they born this morning as clean as God’s fingers? I’ll tell you what’s walking Salem - vengeance is walking Salem. We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law! This warrant’s vengeance! I’ll not give my wife to vengeance!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! It is rising to o great glee. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Putnam: The marshal, I’ll call the marshal! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Parris is shouting a prayer of thanksgiving.</i> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty: I saw Alice Barrow with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>The curtain begins to fall. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Hale, as Putnam goes out: Let the marshal bring irons! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Hawkins with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty: I saw Goody Bibber with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Booth with the Devil! </span></span><br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-76452428122866002222014-11-06T07:58:00.002-06:002014-11-25T14:11:54.428-06:00Figurative Language in Act II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metaphor" target="_blank">Metaphor</a><br />
2. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hyperbole" target="_blank">Hyperbole</a><br />
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<li>Look in the stage directions at the beginning of Act II (listed below) for an example of metaphor. </li>
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<i>The common room of Proctor’s house, eight days later.</i><br />
<i>At the right is a door opening on the fields outside. A fireplace is at the left, and behind it a stairway leading upstairs. It is the low, dark, and rather long living room of the time. As the curtain rises, the room is empty. From above, Elizabeth is heard softly singing to the children. Presently the door opens and John Proctor enters, carrying his gun. He glances about the room as he comes toward the fireplace, then halts for an instant as he hears her singing. He continues on to the fireplace, leans the gun against the wall as he swings a pot out of the fire and smells it. Then he lifts out the ladle and tastes. He is not quite pleased. He reaches to a cupboard, takes a pinch of salt, and drops it into the pot. As he is tasting again, her footsteps are heard on the stair. He swings the pot into the fireplace and goes to a basin and washes his hands and face, Elizabeth enters.</i><br />
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Elizabeth: What keeps you so late? It’s almost dark.<br />
Proctor: I were planting far out to the forest edge.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh, you’re done then.<br />
Proctor: Aye, the farm is seeded. The boys asleep?<br />
Elizabeth: They will be soon.<br />
<i>And she goes to the fireplace, proceeds to ladle up stew in a dish.</i><br />
Proctor: Pray now for a fair summer.<br />
Elizabeth: Aye.<br />
Proctor: Are you well today?<br />
Elizabeth: I am.<br />
<i>She brings the plate to the table, and, indicating the food:. It is a rabbit.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>going to the table</i>: Oh, is it! In Jonathan’s trap?<br />
Elizabeth: No, she walked into the house this afternoon; I found her sittin’ in the corner like she come to visit.<br />
Proctor: Oh, that’s a good sign walkin’ in.<br />
Elizabeth: Pray God. It hurt my heart to strip her, poor rabbit.<br />
<i>She sits and watches him taste it.</i><br />
Proctor: It’s well seasoned.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>blushing with pleasure</i>: I took great care. She’s tender?<br />
Proctor: Aye.<br />
<i>He eats. She watches him. </i><br />
I think we’ll see green fields soon. It’s warm as blood beneath the clods.<br />
Elizabeth: That’s well.<br />
<i>Proctor eats, then looks up.</i><br />
Proctor: If the crop is good I’ll buy George Jacob’s heifer. How would that please you?<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it would.<br />
Proctor, <i>with a grin</i>: I mean to please you, Elizabeth.<br />
Elizabeth <i>- it is hard to say</i>: I know it, John.<br />
<i>He gets up, goes to her, kisses her. She receives it. With a certain disappointment, he returns to the table.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>as gently as he can</i>: Cider?<br />
Elizabeth, <i>with a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot</i>: Aye!<br />
<i>She gets up and goes and pours a glass for him. He now arches his back.</i><br />
Proctor: This farm’s a continent when you go foot by foot droppin’ seeds in it.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>coming with the cider</i>: It must be.<br />
Proctor, <i>drinks a long draught, then, putting the glass down</i>: You ought to bring some flowers in the house.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh! I forgot! I will tomorrow.<br />
Proctor: It’s winter in here yet. On Sunday let you come with me, and we’ll walk the farm together; I never see such a load of flowers on the earth.<br />
<i>With good feeling he goes and looks up at the sky through the open doorway. </i><br />
Lilacs have a purple smell. Lilac is the smell of nightfall, I think. Massachusetts is a beauty in the spring!<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it is.<br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-49159681630545394612014-11-04T08:39:00.003-06:002014-11-04T08:39:50.123-06:00Wheels within wheels...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Putnam: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam<br />
seed have peopled this province. And yet I have but one child left of eight - and<br />
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Rebecca: I cannot fathom that.<br />
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Mrs. Putnam, <i>with a growing edge of sarcasm</i>: But I must! You think it God’s<br />
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Putnam, to Parris: When Reverend Hale comes, you will proceed to look for<br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-67042460444190192382014-04-23T13:27:00.000-05:002014-05-01T08:00:49.217-05:00Mary Warren stands up...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metaphor" target="_blank">Metaphor</a><br />
2. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hyperbole" target="_blank">Hyperbole</a><br />
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<li>Look in the stage directions at the beginning of Act II (listed below) for an example of metaphor. </li>
<li>Look in the dialogue between John and Elizabeth below for an example of hyperbole.</li>
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<i>The common room of Proctor’s house, eight days later.</i><br />
<i>At the right is a door opening on the fields outside. A fireplace is at the left, and behind it a stairway leading upstairs. It is the low, dark, and rather long living room of the time. As the curtain rises, the room is empty. From above, Elizabeth is heard softly singing to the children. Presently the door opens and John Proctor enters, carrying his gun. He glances about the room as he comes toward the fireplace, then halts for an instant as he hears her singing. He continues on to the fireplace, leans the gun against the wall as he swings a pot out of the fire and smells it. Then he lifts out the ladle and tastes. He is not quite pleased. He reaches to a cupboard, takes a pinch of salt, and drops it into the pot. As he is tasting again, her footsteps are heard on the stair. He swings the pot into the fireplace and goes to a basin and washes his hands and face, Elizabeth enters.</i><br />
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Elizabeth: What keeps you so late? It’s almost dark.<br />
Proctor: I were planting far out to the forest edge.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh, you’re done then.<br />
Proctor: Aye, the farm is seeded. The boys asleep?<br />
Elizabeth: They will be soon.<br />
<i>And she goes to the fireplace, proceeds to ladle up stew in a dish.</i><br />
Proctor: Pray now for a fair summer.<br />
Elizabeth: Aye.<br />
Proctor: Are you well today?<br />
Elizabeth: I am.<br />
<i>She brings the plate to the table, and, indicating the food:. It is a rabbit.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>going to the table</i>: Oh, is it! In Jonathan’s trap?<br />
Elizabeth: No, she walked into the house this afternoon; I found her sittin’ in the corner like she come to visit.<br />
Proctor: Oh, that’s a good sign walkin’ in.<br />
Elizabeth: Pray God. It hurt my heart to strip her, poor rabbit.<br />
<i>She sits and watches him taste it.</i><br />
Proctor: It’s well seasoned.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>blushing with pleasure</i>: I took great care. She’s tender?<br />
Proctor: Aye.<br />
<i>He eats. She watches him. </i><br />
I think we’ll see green fields soon. It’s warm as blood beneath the clods.<br />
Elizabeth: That’s well.<br />
<i>Proctor eats, then looks up.</i><br />
Proctor: If the crop is good I’ll buy George Jacob’s heifer. How would that please you?<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it would.<br />
Proctor, <i>with a grin</i>: I mean to please you, Elizabeth.<br />
Elizabeth <i>- it is hard to say</i>: I know it, John.<br />
<i>He gets up, goes to her, kisses her. She receives it. With a certain disappointment, he returns to the table.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>as gently as he can</i>: Cider?<br />
Elizabeth, <i>with a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot</i>: Aye!<br />
<i>She gets up and goes and pours a glass for him. He now arches his back.</i><br />
Proctor: This farm’s a continent when you go foot by foot droppin’ seeds in it.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>coming with the cider</i>: It must be.<br />
Proctor, <i>drinks a long draught, then, putting the glass down</i>: You ought to bring some flowers in the house.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh! I forgot! I will tomorrow.<br />
Proctor: It’s winter in here yet. On Sunday let you come with me, and we’ll walk the farm together; I never see such a load of flowers on the earth.<br />
<i>With good feeling he goes and looks up at the sky through the open doorway. </i><br />
Lilacs have a purple smell. Lilac is the smell of nightfall, I think. Massachusetts is a beauty in the spring!<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I want to open myself! They turn to her, startled. She is enraptured, as though </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty, staring too: I saw George Jacobs with the Devil! I saw Goody Howe with the </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Hale, as Putnam goes out: Let the marshal bring irons! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Betty: I saw Goody Bibber with the Devil! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Abigail: I saw Goody Booth with the Devil! </span></span><br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-43941299877592482962014-04-17T08:19:00.001-05:002014-04-17T08:57:54.007-05:00Wheels within wheels...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Putnam: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam<br />
seed have peopled this province. And yet I have but one child left of eight - and<br />
now she shrivels!<br />
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Rebecca: I cannot fathom that.<br />
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Mrs. Putnam, <i>with a growing edge of sarcasm</i>: But I must! You think it God’s<br />
work you should never lose a child, nor grand-child either, and I bury all but<br />
one? There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires!<br />
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Putnam, to Parris: When Reverend Hale comes, you will proceed to look for<br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-7184578273032504032013-04-01T07:59:00.002-05:002013-04-01T07:59:50.263-05:00The Movie Version...<br />
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-345130344319590082013-03-19T08:08:00.004-05:002013-03-19T14:39:49.404-05:00Figurative Language: Metaphor & HyperboleList one example from the play of each type of figurative language:<br />
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1. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/metaphor" target="_blank">Metaphor</a><br />
2. <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hyperbole" target="_blank">Hyperbole</a><br />
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<li>Look in the stage directions at the beginning of Act II (listed below) for an example of metaphor. </li>
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<i>At the right is a door opening on the fields outside. A fireplace is at the left, and behind it a stairway leading upstairs. It is the low, dark, and rather long living room of the time. As the curtain rises, the room is empty. From above, Elizabeth is heard softly singing to the children. Presently the door opens and John Proctor enters, carrying his gun. He glances about the room as he comes toward the fireplace, then halts for an instant as he hears her singing. He continues on to the fireplace, leans the gun against the wall as he swings a pot out of the fire and smells it. Then he lifts out the ladle and tastes. He is not quite pleased. He reaches to a cupboard, takes a pinch of salt, and drops it into the pot. As he is tasting again, her footsteps are heard on the stair. He swings the pot into the fireplace and goes to a basin and washes his hands and face, Elizabeth enters.</i><br />
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Elizabeth: What keeps you so late? It’s almost dark.<br />
Proctor: I were planting far out to the forest edge.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh, you’re done then.<br />
Proctor: Aye, the farm is seeded. The boys asleep?<br />
Elizabeth: They will be soon.<br />
<i>And she goes to the fireplace, proceeds to ladle up stew in a dish.</i><br />
Proctor: Pray now for a fair summer.<br />
Elizabeth: Aye.<br />
Proctor: Are you well today?<br />
Elizabeth: I am.<br />
<i>She brings the plate to the table, and, indicating the food:. It is a rabbit.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>going to the table</i>: Oh, is it! In Jonathan’s trap?<br />
Elizabeth: No, she walked into the house this afternoon; I found her sittin’ in the corner like she come to visit.<br />
Proctor: Oh, that’s a good sign walkin’ in.<br />
Elizabeth: Pray God. It hurt my heart to strip her, poor rabbit.<br />
<i>She sits and watches him taste it.</i><br />
Proctor: It’s well seasoned.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>blushing with pleasure</i>: I took great care. She’s tender?<br />
Proctor: Aye.<br />
<i>He eats. She watches him. </i><br />
I think we’ll see green fields soon. It’s warm as blood beneath the clods.<br />
Elizabeth: That’s well.<br />
<i>Proctor eats, then looks up.</i><br />
Proctor: If the crop is good I’ll buy George Jacob’s heifer. How would that please you?<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it would.<br />
Proctor, <i>with a grin</i>: I mean to please you, Elizabeth.<br />
Elizabeth <i>- it is hard to say</i>: I know it, John.<br />
<i>He gets up, goes to her, kisses her. She receives it. With a certain disappointment, he returns to the table.</i><br />
Proctor, <i>as gently as he can</i>: Cider?<br />
Elizabeth, <i>with a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot</i>: Aye!<br />
<i>She gets up and goes and pours a glass for him. He now arches his back.</i><br />
Proctor: This farm’s a continent when you go foot by foot droppin’ seeds in it.<br />
Elizabeth, <i>coming with the cider</i>: It must be.<br />
Proctor, <i>drinks a long draught, then, putting the glass down</i>: You ought to bring some flowers in the house.<br />
Elizabeth: Oh! I forgot! I will tomorrow.<br />
Proctor: It’s winter in here yet. On Sunday let you come with me, and we’ll walk the farm together; I never see such a load of flowers on the earth.<br />
<i>With good feeling he goes and looks up at the sky through the open doorway. </i><br />
Lilacs have a purple smell. Lilac is the smell of nightfall, I think. Massachusetts is a beauty in the spring!<br />
Elizabeth: Aye, it is.<br />
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<br />John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-31882388255164960342013-03-14T08:35:00.002-05:002013-03-14T13:12:49.101-05:00Witches don't need lawyers...<b>
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John W Simmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451599565514224267noreply@blogger.com63tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800494839848337685.post-77475252939449798572012-11-30T08:39:00.002-06:002012-12-04T08:39:51.539-06:00The Movie Version<h3>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">Review page 111 in the text book for the definitions of the terms above.</span><br />
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