Hamlet Act 2 Quiz Novels & Stories

I ask. "Which book do you want?" She asks. "Any tragedy play?" I say as I don't remember any other tragedy plays other than Romeo and Juliet. "I'm not great at literature. If you tell the book name, I will search and see whether it's here," she says. "Ahh..okay. Even me too," I nod and take my phone out of my pocket, going to g****e, typing Shakespeare's tragedy plays. "Please check if there's Macbeth or Hamlet," someone suddenly says from behind me and Miss Bennet frowns. I quickly recognize the voice as Asher Carter's. But the voice sounded hoarse.

She sobs. Inside my chest, Hamlet is clawing at my lungs, letting out a feral, vicious growl that vibrates behind my ribs. Needy? She is a queen! She is our mate! He dares to neglect her, to humiliate her for a plastic cup of cheap beer? Let us shred him! Let us tear his throat out!

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

“Didn’t expect to start with you.” “Yeah, me neither,” I muttered. “Don’t look so nervous,” he teased. “It’s just me.” “That’s exactly why I’m nervous.” He chuckled, low and amused. “Relax, Juliet. I don’t bite.” “Try not to, Romeo,” I shot back, earning a few laughs from the audience. Mr. Hales smiled. “Good energy. Let’s keep that. Page twelve — the balcony scene.” I exhaled and flipped through my script until I found the right page. My heartbeat was so loud it drowned out my thoughts. Then Adrian began, voice smooth and confident.

"Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend." "Can anyone explain to the class what this passage is and does?" The

I lean closer to the glass. "But you are mine first." I turn off the light. The darkness swallows the room. The question hangs in the silence, heavy and terrifying. Monster or Mother? I open the door. I step out into the apartment. Act Two is over. Act Three begins now. And in Act Three, the Queen doesn't just rule. She kills.

Mark's voice echoed, interrupting the two ladies. Laura grinned sheepishly as she rose to her feet, " Yes, sir. I'm perfectly good." "Alright, now kindly help us with the topic on the board". "Acts and Scenes; An act is a part of play defined by elements such as rising action, climax and resolution while a scene normally represents actions happening at one place at a time, and usually marked off from the next scene by a curtain, a blackout or a brief emptying of the stage", she stated. Mr. Mark smiled, satisfied by Laura's explanation.

Ophelia demanded, and Horace burst out in laughter. Horace's laughter poured cold chills on Ophelia's skin. Holding the hand of the chair firmly as he stood up. Ophelia took more steps backward, avoiding direct contact with Horace. "You think he deserves a beneficial burial? Huh?" Horace asked, and with fear and anxiety written all over Ophelia's face, she shook her head. 'How silly of this woman!' Horace thought to himself as he grabbed the head of the sword and pulled it out from the side of the chair.

Ophelia was afraid that she might have even left with him if not for that one word that certainly made her a break out of her trance. "BROTHER" someone spat harshly As they both turned to see Jake standing there and for the first time Ophelia heart seen that anger etched on his face.

I smiled instead, and that again drew Miss Cahill's attention. I was smiling because I had so many wonderful memories running through my mind. Over the week and a half of the summer that I had been reading Hamlet for my junior English course, my mom, Leanne and Beth had all jumped in to teach me an appreciation of Shakespeare. We had taken turns reading the parts, and their enthusiasm was contagious. Even my father had joined in, and we had really gotten into playing the parts. Instead of the dry, boring read that I had expected, I had gotten an amazing experience shared with the people I love most. Miss Cahill's voice cut sharply through my reverie.