Thursday, November 3rd: Quiz Today, Finishing Close Read / Annotations

Welcome Class!
November 3rd, 2016

-You may review your vocabulary sheet for a few minutes before the quiz. 

-After the quiz, please take out your copy of "My Last Duchess" and we will continue to work through the poem. Keep looking for unfamiliar vocabulary terms and clues about the Duke's personality.

-I will hand out next week's vocabulary terms and a graphic organizer for the first 4 lines of "My Last Duchess," due at the beginning of class on Monday.

Learning Targets:
1. I can interpret words and phrases as they are used in a text, including determining technical, connotative, and figurative meanings, and analyze how specific word choices shape meaning or tone.


2. I can read closely to determine what the text says explicitly and to make logical inferences from it; cite specific textual evidence when writing or speaking to support conclusions drawn from the text.


3. I can analyze the impact of the author's choices regarding how to develop and relate elements of a story or drama (e.g., where a story is set, how the action is ordered, how the characters are introduced and developed).

 Essential Question: To whom is the Duke speaking, and what clues about his speech reveal the Duke's personality?








           My Last Duchess

THAT’S my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said	5
“Frà Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)	10
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps	15
Frà Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat:” such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough	20
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad.
Too easily impressed: she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favor at her breast,	25
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,	30
Or blush, at least.She thanked men,—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill	35
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set	40
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;	45
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence	50
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,	55
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

Name______________________________ Graphic Organizer #1 (lines 1-4)

1          That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,                                                                                 
              Looking as if she were alive. I call                                         
              That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands            
               Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

Questions for Readers

1. Write the word in line 1 that shows the Duke’s feelings about the Duchess. What might this word imply about his relationship with the Duchess?

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2. Write the specific words and phrases the speaker uses in lines 1-4 to describe the Duchess.

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3. Who is the speaker of the poem? Write the words and phrases indicate the speaker of the poem.

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4. What does the Duke mean by “that piece” (line 3)? What exact words does the Duke use to describe the piece?

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5. Who is Frà Pandolf (line 3)? Write the specific words and phrases in lines 3–4 indicate that who he is.

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6. Why might the Duke mention Frà Pandolf in line 3?

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Vocabulary for next week, Quiz on November 10th

1. countenance (noun) – face
2. earnest (adjective) – serious in intention, purpose, or effort; showing depth and sincerity of feeling
3. durst (verb) - dare
4. mantle (noun) – a loose, sleeveless cloak or cape
5. flush (noun) – a redness on a person’s face because of emotion
6. bough (noun) – a branch of a tree, especially one of the larger or main branches
7. officious (adjective) – objectionably aggressive in offering one’s unrequested and unwanted services, help, or advice; meddlesome
8. trifling (noun) – idle or frivolous conduct, talk, etc.
9. will (noun) – a person’s choice or desire in a particular situation
10. lessoned (verb) – taught; instructed; given a lesson; admonished; reproved

               My Last Duchess 

THAT’S my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said	5
“Frà Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)	10
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps	15
Frà Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat:” such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough	20
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad.
Too easily impressed: she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favor at her breast,	25
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,	30
Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill	35
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set	40
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;	45
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence	50
Of mine for dowr will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,	55
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!