Comments on: Using Shakespeare’s Language Assignment – Pre-AP

By: margaret

margaret — Mon, 11 May 2009 23:21:57 +0000

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.

By: Ahlden Klotz

Ahlden Klotz — Mon, 11 May 2009 15:37:45 +0000

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

By: Ahlden Klotz

Ahlden Klotz — Mon, 11 May 2009 13:36:55 +0000

He hath killed many men, for he is a foul villian, ready to torment others and show no mercy whatsoever.

Alexander Hamlet Rosencrantz

By: Horatio Guildentstern(David Adeyemi)

Horatio Guildentstern(David Adeyemi) — Fri, 08 May 2009 20:22:49 +0000

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

By: Reagan Moore (Aragon Montague)

Reagan Moore (Aragon Montague) — Fri, 08 May 2009 17:48:21 +0000

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.

By: Horatio Capulet ==!(DAVID ADEYEMI)!==

Horatio Capulet ==!(DAVID ADEYEMI)!== — Fri, 08 May 2009 17:47:23 +0000

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?)

By: Cordelia Rosencrantz (deja posey)

Cordelia Rosencrantz (deja posey) — Fri, 08 May 2009 17:40:26 +0000

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.

By: Courtney Cobb

Courtney Cobb — Fri, 08 May 2009 16:56:47 +0000

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.

By: Bronwyn Baker (Rosaline Capulet)

Bronwyn Baker (Rosaline Capulet) — Fri, 08 May 2009 16:52:20 +0000

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.

By: Chung Chan (Calprunia Rosencrantz)

Chung Chan (Calprunia Rosencrantz) — Fri, 08 May 2009 16:11:23 +0000

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

By: Taylor Ratcliff

Taylor Ratcliff — Fri, 08 May 2009 16:10:40 +0000

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

By: Nicholas Moore (Claudius Montague )

Nicholas Moore (Claudius Montague ) — Fri, 08 May 2009 15:07:52 +0000

Thine loathsome filthy wench I scorn!

By: J.d. Price (Aragon Andronicus)

J.d. Price (Aragon Andronicus) — Fri, 08 May 2009 14:21:58 +0000

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.

By: Katie Arneson

Katie Arneson — Fri, 08 May 2009 13:51:46 +0000

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

By: Madi Harmon

Madi Harmon — Fri, 08 May 2009 13:40:39 +0000

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)

By: Isabella Macbeth (Rebekah Vela)

Isabella Macbeth (Rebekah Vela) — Fri, 08 May 2009 13:38:46 +0000

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

By: Austin Davis

Austin Davis — Fri, 08 May 2009 12:35:25 +0000

To thee lady as merry as thee come.
Thee have a drunkard time and could farewell art thou grace.

Sebastian Andronicus

By: Will DuBois

Will DuBois — Fri, 08 May 2009 04:09:34 +0000

Thou forgot to yield thine name!
-Hamlet Andronicus

By: Will DuBois

Will DuBois — Fri, 08 May 2009 03:20:04 +0000

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.

By: Brian Flake

Brian Flake — Fri, 08 May 2009 03:18:43 +0000

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

By: Miranda Rosencrantz (Micah Shaw)

Miranda Rosencrantz (Micah Shaw) — Fri, 08 May 2009 03:17:16 +0000

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.

By: Megan B.

Megan B. — Fri, 08 May 2009 02:44:23 +0000

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.)

By: Morgan E.

Morgan E. — Fri, 08 May 2009 02:16:33 +0000

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

By: Jade DeWitt

Jade DeWitt — Fri, 08 May 2009 01:10:43 +0000

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.

By: Brianna Meyer

Brianna Meyer — Fri, 08 May 2009 00:05:30 +0000

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)

By: Horatio Capulet AKA Matt S.

Horatio Capulet AKA Matt S. — Thu, 07 May 2009 23:50:40 +0000

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.

By: Rosaline Capulet ( Sami Grena)

Rosaline Capulet ( Sami Grena) — Thu, 07 May 2009 23:21:08 +0000

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

By: Rosaline Montague (Savana Daniell)

Rosaline Montague (Savana Daniell) — Thu, 07 May 2009 23:15:40 +0000

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.

By: Austin Wilcox

Austin Wilcox — Thu, 07 May 2009 22:52:16 +0000

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

By: Ross Kelly

Ross Kelly — Thu, 07 May 2009 22:29:06 +0000

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)

By: Cordelia Guildenstern (Victoria Castleberry)

Cordelia Guildenstern (Victoria Castleberry) — Thu, 07 May 2009 22:17:48 +0000

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)

By: Adrianne M.

Adrianne M. — Thu, 07 May 2009 22:07:42 +0000

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.)

By: Cordelia Guildenstern (Tori M)

Cordelia Guildenstern (Tori M) — Thu, 07 May 2009 21:45:38 +0000

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.

By: Olivia McKintosh

Olivia McKintosh — Thu, 07 May 2009 21:30:35 +0000

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)

By: Rosaline Macbeth (Cailtlin Cummins)

Rosaline Macbeth (Cailtlin Cummins) — Thu, 07 May 2009 15:57:01 +0000

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)