Act 4, Scene 2 from King Lear GONERIL: I have been worth the whistle. ALBANY: O Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face! I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself. She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use. GONERIL: No more! The text is foolish. ALBANY: Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man, Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a prince, by him so benefited! If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, It will come, Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep. GONERIL: Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land, With plumed helm thy state begins to threat, Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest 'Alack, why does he so?' ALBANY: See thyself, devil! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. GONERIL: O vain fool! ALBANY: Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame! Bemonster not thy feature! Were't my fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. GONERIL: Marry, your manhood mew!
Use the passage to answer the question. Which line is an example of perfect iambic pentameter? (1 point)
"I have been worth the whistle."
"Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,"
"A man, a prince, by him so benefited!"
"Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?"
"Marry, your manhood, mew!"
"A man, a prince, by him so benefited!"
Act 4, Scene 2 from King Lear GONERIL: I have been worth the whistle. ALBANY: O Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face! I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself. She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use. GONERIL: No more! The text is foolish. ALBANY: Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man, Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a prince, by him so benefited! If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, It will come, Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep. GONERIL: Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land, With plumed helm thy state begins to threat, Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest 'Alack, why does he so?' ALBANY: See thyself, devil! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. GONERIL: O vain fool! ALBANY: Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame! Bemonster not thy feature! Were't my fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. GONERIL: Marry, your manhood mew!
Use the passage to answer the question. Which line is an example of perfect iambic pentameter? (1 point)
"I have been worth the whistle."
"Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,"
"A man, a prince, by him so benefited!"
"Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?"
"Marry, your manhood, mew!"