Twitter/koolteechakids
Del.icio.us/koolteecha
GMail/Heather D. Sanders
Using Shakespeare’s Language Assignment – Pre-AP
Hear Ye, All Pre-APeeps! I haveth a small online assignment for thou. Go-eth to the link below and discovereth your Shakespearean name. Then leaveth me a Shakespearean comment using some of the Elizabethan terms on page 56 of your study guide. Don’t forget-eth to includeth your real name along with your Shakespeare name! Make this fun! Show-eth your scintillating creativity!
Ok, so now that you’ve got your fabulous Shakespearean name, leave a Shakespearean comment below using the Shakespeare words from your packet. Sign your comment with your Shakespearean name AND your real name!
Ta-ta!
Cleopatra Andronicus (aka Mrs. Sanders)
P.S. Click here for some great examples (not all of them are fabulous, mind you, but many of them are awesome) from last year’s Peeps! (You’ll need to scroll down past my post to read their responses).
Filed under: 1 and
Methinks my new name is one of a jest who ne’er own a merry goblet in his smirched life of a wench. How a name generator must deceive me as ghost of fair past. The damn loathsome villain better seek forgiveness!
[Reply]
Greetings be to the Mrs. Sanders. What shall we doeth tomorrow in thine classroom at that school over yonder? Today in class I felt very melancholy, but tomorrow methinks I shall grace the class with with my enthusiasm to learn!
Your faithfull servant,
Romeo Guildentstern ( Trevor Stutsman )
[Reply]
My name is Rosaline Andronicus.
The drunkard who be drunk beseech thee to curse.
Lest thine peasant be drunk or thine villain ever love, nothing can seek thine dreams.
Dost thine curse thee lady ever to love?
By, Madeline Cannon
[Reply]
Do my ears deceive me? Methinks by some mischance that some loathsome weird jest will ado o’er thou goblet of stale grace. Such the foul dream ne’er imagined by even a saucy wench!
[Reply]
Mrs. Sanders I did three other sentences on another entry, here are two more.
Can art speak thine dreams?
Through dire wicked torment, I light myself.
I didn’t know whether to make a paragraph or to just write five sentences, as you said in the email.
-Madedline Cannon
[Reply]
Farewell thou wench! Lest thee be thy love torment! If presently I vow to love thy mortal ghost, let a fog of vehemence curse thy fair winter dream!
E’er wouldst deceive perilous fortune, come seek thy Poison, Death’s wicked fair lover. Ne’er a mischance of manner, lest all quench thy fog.
[Reply]
How can thine loathsome drunkard wench know love?Thee hast drunk from death like poison! Thine mortal ghost hast tormented thee! Hence love hast tormented thee every night.
Rosaline Montague
[Reply]
Farewell thou wench! Lest thee be thy love torment! If presently I vow to love thy mortal ghost, let a fog of vehemence curse thy fair winter dream!
E’er wouldst deceive perilous fortune, come seek thy Poison, Death’s wicked fair lover. Ne’er a mischance of manner, lest all quench thy fog.
~Desdemona Rosencrantz of Vile Fortune
(Brianna Friesen)
[Reply]
Hello, Master.
How are you on this merry day?
I have come to leave a lovely comment in the most pleasant manner.
Shall we go decieve the wicked villian to quench some poison together?
Yours truly,
Calpurnia Montague.
(Katelyn Kimm!)
[Reply]
Methinks my pleasant new name is quite a fair name. I sound like thou name of one to kill the filthy beast! Alexander Cesar, the Great! All men shall know thee o’er the hills! Farewell, my lady, and I warrant you my goodbye!
[Reply]
As mortal as all may be, the loathsome question of a trifle night; might torment my scornful self. Thou pleasant dreams of merry farewell, smirched vile grace. If thee let grace come throught; let us yonder at thee. -Rosaline Montague (Abril Molina)
[Reply]
Salutations, my lady.
I come to beg for mercy on thine Shakespeare quiz. Methinks it was somewhat trifling, although their manner betrays them. They hath torment my soul during sleep, for I perchance slimly to do well. So I beseech thee to find mercy in thy soul, and be merry upon the grading.
I am jesting. Thine quiz was easy, and methinks that I hath done well. Well now, it hath come the time to bid my leave. So farewell my fair lady. Till the next dawn.
With admiration,
Rosaline Montague
[Reply]
Good Morrow Lady Sanders,
I come to you idle of work to post onto thine website. The mischance upon which I stumbled onto this computer makes me merry. I come to thee to escape the foul scorn if I didn’t post. Farewell from Demetrius Guildentstern aka Emery Betts.
[Reply]
Farewell, said I, mercy be a question. Thus I cannot quench this wicked tyrant that comes before me. O the torment!
[Reply]
Methinks thou shalt not question Mrs. Sanders lest you be wishing a vile and tortuous death and bad fourtune to befall your family for all eternity, for she shows no mercy.
[Reply]
I be a poison winter .
Vow thought thus name Francesca Andronicus!
I be a question thus be a weird goblet.
Though you drunkard who spot mercy.
Fair more fotune death.
Whatsoever let hence said mercy.
Daneyah Awadi
(Francesca Andronicus)
[Reply]
Thee wanton woman’s lover captured her love thence death do thine part. Thine saucy wench thought love a curse hadnst no mercy. Thine lady drunk with mortal love would yield her heart. I Calpurnia Capulet is thee wanton woman. Aka Courtney Kimball. ( Not realy ).
[Reply]
Good day mortal,
Methinks me name is vile. Could, by mischance, me name be mistaken? Some merry drunkard torments and deceives us. So I say farewell, very melancholy about this trifle.
[Reply]
Dearest Lady Sanders,
Methinks thus is a merry trifle, though can you vow to not question my use of thy words on this assignment.Please lady show mercy and grace on my mortal soul for I am only a lowly peasant. Do not seek to scorn me lady and let us part in a merry manner.
Farewell,
Rosaline Guildenstern
[Reply]
Ross Crutchfield ( Romeo Guildentstern )
Salutations,
I could hadst lest homework and sleep perchance to dream, but you treat me as a peasant that would not question his master and give me the quest of this merry paragraph.
[Reply]
Wouldst thou be so kind as to show mercy on the vocabulary test? Or wouldst thou prefer to torment those who did not study?
Goodness, meethinks I must lay off the soda for I feel as though I am a drunkard. But art thou supposed to quench thines thirst when they seek it? Meethinks I should quit writing now so as not to look a fool like Dogberry.
Farewell fair lady,
Rosalie Capulet
[Reply]
Wherefore must thou mark such a fair lady? For I did not scorn her with thine grace! Aye, the day was merry upon my arrival.
Thine writing was very woeful on thy parchment. I decree thine peers to dispatch their speech.
Fare thee well, Cornelius Capulet.
(Connor Dupre
[Reply]
Farewell thee speak to the drunk mortal. The mortal comes back thee like thee has forgiven the drunk mortal of his wicked manner. One night thee grows tiresome of his ways and stricts the vile dagger, which thee has threaten the drunk mortal many a times, to the spot which death brings. Then the peace which methinks thee greatly deserves comes.
Rosaline Macbeth (Cailtlin Cummins)
[Reply]
Methinks thy shall do good on thy vocabulary quiz tomorrow. But if thy shall fail to do so, please show mercy on thy mortal soul. But I shall try thy best.
Farewell,
Ophelia Guildentstern (Olivia McKintosh)
[Reply]
Greetings to Lady Sanders. Methinks the word “methinks” is a fair little word, even though the only thing that wouldst come to my wicked little mind is the foul Jar Jar Binks. The weird peasent Binks seems to me a drunkard that wouldst love to be fair but can only dream to be a lady. He is a mortal of a merry mind that wilt bcome a poison to thee mind. Now I must bid thee farewell for I must complete the foul task of alegebra.
[Reply]
I warrent that love and merry, shall fill the fair air like a curse from a villan and shall make me be drunk with love like winter fog in thy mind ,and only vile poison come to take thy from such a state. I fair that light will seeks all that is to rid me of the torment from the night, to quench my thirst for thee movie I search for .All for thy love that comes from the Twilight Saga.
By:Rosaline Andronicus
(Adrianne M.)
[Reply]
Dost thou speak of thy loathsome stale? She who drank her farewell with quenching poison hadst only been laid under a wicked fate, an immortal ghost to be with torment. Not yet a villian and never a saint, death will never reach thine. Poor foul woman, question what thou hadst done and thou punishment be worse.
Cordelia Guildenstern
(or Victoria Castleberry)
[Reply]
Methinks thy word drunkard, was over used but this is not my place to say thine. Thine quiz today was very trifling, where did thou find those questions? Much apologisies, methinks i am begining to sound like a drunkard.
Romeo Rosencrantz
(Ross Kelly)
[Reply]
How art thee on this merry day. I dost ask about yonder vocabulary test. Will thee include thine Greek and Latin roots or dost thine feel merciful enough to spare yee. Oh my! Methinks me fair lover, Rosaline Macbeth, ( aka Robin ) is calling. I must bid you ado.
Thine Mortal,
Sabastian Montague
Austin Wilcox
[Reply]
Foul, wicked, filthy computer! As thee, Rosaline, wrote thy paragraph on thy computer I pressed the tab button for thy signature, to make thee indentation, thy foul button took me to another page, and to my horror, I found that thy entire paragraph has (been) misplaced!!! Vanished!!! Ruined!! Mark my words, villainous computer! I SHALL have thy revenge!! Scorn those who do not type with only two fingers!! Wilt, loathsome computer and die one thousand deaths!!!
I am not a drunkard.
Rosaline Montague.
[Reply]
Dearest Signora Sanders,
Wilt thou please give us lowly peasants a pleasant day off from all of thy wicked homework that doth torture us? Methinks that we shalt perish lest we get a merry holiday.
Farewell Kind Lady,
Rosaline Capulet,
Sami Grena
[Reply]
it was a dark cold winter night in a small city in the middle of nowhere. A peasant, drunk and happy was walking down a dark street with a wooden goblet in hand. He was in a very silly state laughing and singing in a happy manner, he raised his goblet to his lips drinking the last bit of ale from the bottom, raising his hand to wipe the foam from his beard.
[Reply]
Methinks only could she spare us peasants ever a fortune and make thus vocabulary test easier thence I will not drink to much coffee and stay up too late and become a drunkard, and methinks as to belch and go to sleep and have graceful dreams.
As thou I wish a farewell to thine peasants and teacher.
Bianca Guildentstern (Brianna Meyer)
[Reply]
Though i know nothing of this whatsoever, I’m in a melancholy mood, but Methinks yonder more. I vow and seek mercy from you lady, for I am just trying to speak in the terms of shakespeare. I speak with manner always, for this has been merry.
Farewell,
Juliet Capulet.
[Reply]
Dearest Mrs. Sanders,
Methinks thou shall scorn those whom speak wicked, who curse. He who is wicked shall be cursed and tormented. Please lady, show grace on my merry, for myself is only peasant. I am not filthy and stale like thine others.
Farewell,
Morgan Elledge
Miranda Rosencrantz
[Reply]
Methinks the night is cursed. My dreams speak fouly of death. Wicked villians torment my love, thus my vows have been poisoned. Wilt nothing quench my vile dreams? Let light come and yield my fortune fair.
Farewell,
Miranda Rosencrantz
( a.k.a. Megan B.)
[Reply]
I love a vulgar villian and he is always drunk. Shall that be-eth a sin? I vow me to be his lover on thy day! The only issue is he dost love me back.
[Reply]
Merry, hath it not been six weeks all ready. I wait for fair summer to come o’er yonder hill in earnest. Though I still be at the mercy of mine teachers. So, as long as I sit in this thrice cursed establishment I shall wear this melanchony face. Mercy I beseech thee, let summer hurry thus.
Farewell,
Fabian Capulet
[Reply]
Methinks thou is a vulgar drunkard of smirched mercy. If thou seeks a goblet of torment, ne’er grace near thee. I am known for a trifle of perilous, scornful questions.
[Reply]
Thou forgot to yield thine name!
-Hamlet Andronicus
[Reply]
To thee lady as merry as thee come.
Thee have a drunkard time and could farewell art thou grace.
Sebastian Andronicus
[Reply]
Master of thine universe,
I curse this use of vile torment thee hast beseeched upn me. Plaese, I seek mercy from thine grace.
Thine loyal peasant,
Isabella Macbeth
[Reply]
The torment of my run last night was loathsome. But I couldn’t idle my time away. Methinks staying fit is great but is a lot of trouble. Then my homework of the night was perilous. I had a very long nice. But I got to then bake some yummy brownies, but I couldn’t eat the things!! They were for my younger brothers teachers. Enough of my foul venting…
I beg thine patience for waiting so long Master of thine Universe to do my comment.
Thine loyal servent,
Hermione Macbeth
(Madi Harmon)
[Reply]
I seek all mercy from the foul lady,
of thee Vocabulary Quiz.
Methinks I be in torment
but if you would ever spare mercy to me.
Though the issue is too weird
I will let thee scorn if it is too vile.
-Rosaline Macbeth
[Reply]
My dearest mortal woman, I vow to deceive the Royal King in a trifling matter. Would thou please not question my perilous quest, and warrant my death yields to fortune.
[Reply]
Thine loathsome filthy wench I scorn!
[Reply]
I issue a farewell to you all. As I leave to Mansfield High I grace all thee presence. I leave thee with this, love thine self as thine loves others.
Taylor Ratcliff
a.k.a- Tamora Rosencrantz
[Reply]
The filthy and foul fool is a loathsome companion but one I must travel with. Though thee drunkard is like a poison he has his a way of swooning the ladies. The women who do fall for the idle fool must have said farewell to their dreams to have found love in such a man. I myself say wicked things of the fool to diminish his character, while others say my words are an art that means other wise. An art in the words of love. But, how, how could I be in love with such a filthy and vulgar creature? Never would I yield to believe in such profanity. My heart could never belong to such a wrench. Never.
Signed, Calprunia Rosencratz
[Reply]
Methinks Katelyn is thy villain’s peasant. Thus she dost as thy told. Whatsoever it wilt be… poison thy men, torment thy women. Though nothing much is asked of her, yield she is in love with thy good guy.
[Reply]
My lady sat idle while waiting for her foul of a lover to return. Thrice she hath sent for him while he, a loathsome, filthy drunk, hath been filling himself from his vile goblet. My grace, fair dreamer that she be, wilt forever deceive herself with this tormenting love, full of a wicked poison. Courtney Cobb or Calpurina Macbeth.
[Reply]
Tonight is the ball, and methinks it is of such foul men and stale women from the country-side. Peasant am I and I expect more than drunkards who plan to woo me, and at the sight of that I feel I need not go to that place of horror. Those fools have a mannerism that will torment me as I watch them shove the food down their filthy throats.
[Reply]
Methinks I would rather be lying slack-jawed in yonder house than commenting with a bunch a swag-bellied villians who have loathsome feelings toward me for various tardy-gailed reason and a indirectly rump fed instuctor. JK. Henceforth my comment is finished. Adieu parting is such sweet agony.(agony?really?)
[Reply]
Methinks this is too difficult! Methinks people also say “drunkard” too much? So how will we torment those Panthers in D-Hall? Shall we poison them? Any who, I must leave.
[Reply]
Though Hamsters ne’er did ask from me much of nothing. I find their Idleness an o’er annoying thing. I wish we could jest about as a friend would but methinks hamsters are better as they are
[Reply]
He hath killed many men, for he is a foul villian, ready to torment others and show no mercy whatsoever.
Alexander Hamlet Rosencrantz
[Reply]
He hath killed many people, for he is a foul villain, ready to torment everybody with no mercy whatsoever. Thou shalt not e’er question him, or thee art issuing a farewell address. Thine villain is the most wicked man, he never shows a hence of marriness.
Alexander Hamlet Rosencrantz
[Reply]
Hey Ms. S, sorry about it being late my computer just got fix today!!!!!!
(Miranda Motogue) Margaret
Did she use thus filthy, vulgar language. I dost curse who speak dost way. Vow she dies or whatsoever dream of death. Let she fortune not be love but be wicked poison.
[Reply]