SCENE 1
1. How does Shakespeare start the play so that he gains the attention of the "groundlings"?
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2. The servants of the house of Capulet are already using insulting language to generalize
about members of the Montague family. What does this show about attitudes in the two
houses?
3. What are the attitudes of Gregory and Sampson towards the law?
4. Who is Tybalt, and why is he dangerous?
5. How are the responses of Lady Capulet and Lady Montague to their husbands different?
6. What warning does the prince give the street brawlers?
7. What is unusual about Romeo's behavior, according to Benvolio and Lord Montague?
8. When Benvolio asks Romeo what is the cause of Romeo's strange behavior, what does Romeo
tell him?
9. List four of the oxymorons found in this scene,
10. According to Romeo, why does the young woman he is in love with refuse him?
11 Why does Romeo not want to look at other women?
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Explanation:

President Lincoln took one of the rockers and situated himself in the front of the container, in the edge closest the group of spectators, where, in part screened from perception, he had the best perspective on what was coming to pass on the stage. Mrs. Lincoln sat by him, and Miss Harris in the contrary point closest the stage. Major Rathbone sat simply behind Mrs. Lincoln and Miss Harris. These four were the main people in the container.

The play continued, in spite of the fact that "Our American Cousin," without Mr. Sothern, has, since that honorable man's takeoff from this nation, been fairly regarded an extremely dull issue. The group of spectators at Ford's, including Mrs. Lincoln, appeared to appreciate it without question. The commendable spouse of the President inclined forward, her hand upon her significant other's knee, observing each scene in the dramatization with interested consideration. Indeed, even over the President's face at interims cleared a grin, denying it of its constant trouble.

About the start of the subsequent demonstration, the horse, remaining in the stable in the back of the theater, was upset amidst her feast by the passageway of the youngster who had stopped her toward the evening. It is assumed that she was outfitted and harnessed with perfect consideration.

Having finished these arrangements, Mr. Corner entered the venue by the stage entryway; called one of the scene shifters, Mr. John Spangler, rose through a similar entryway with that individual, leaving the entryway open, and left the female horse in his grasp to be held until he (Booth) should return. Corner who was considerably more stylishly and lavishly dressed than expected, strolled thereupon around to the front of the theater, and went in. Climbing to the dress circle, he represented a brief period looking around upon the group of spectators and every so often upon the phase in his typical elegant way. He was in this manner seen by Mr. Passage, the owner of the theater, to be gradually elbowing his way through the group that stuffed the back of the dress hover toward the correct side, at the furthest point of which was where Mr. also, Mrs. Lincoln and their associates were situated. Mr. Passage calmly saw this as a marginally remarkable side effect of enthusiasm with respect to an entertainer so acquainted with the daily practice of the theater and the play.

The window ornament had emerged on the third demonstration, Mrs. Mountchessington and Asa Trenchard were trading vivacious stupidities, when a youngster, so accurately looking like the one portrayed as J. Wilkes Booth that be is attested to be the equivalent, showed up before the open entryway of the President's crate, and arranged to enter.

The hireling who went to Mr. Lincoln said respectfully, "this is the President's container, sir, nobody is allowed to enter." "I am a representative," reacted the individual, "Mr. Lincoln has sent for me." The orderly gave way, and the youngster went into the container.

As he showed up at the entryway, taking a brisk, thorough look at the inside, Major Rathbone emerged. "It is safe to say that you are mindful, sir," he stated, politely, "upon whom you are interrupting? This is the President's container, and nobody is conceded." The interloper addressed not a word. Affixing his eyes upon Mr. Lincoln, who had half turned his head to learn what caused the unsettling influence, he ventured rapidly back without the entryway.

Without this entryway there was an eyehole, exhausted it is imposed upon the evening of the wrongdoing, while the auditorium was left by all spare a couple of mechanics. Looking through this hole, John Wilkes Booth espied in a minute the exact situation of the President; he wore upon his wrinkling face the lovely developing life of a legit grin, overlooking in the copy scene the impressive triumphs of our arms for which he was capable, and the history he had filled so well.

The chipper inside was lost to J. Wilkes Booth. He didn't get the soul of the charmed group of spectators, of the flaring lights hurling brightening upon the local closer view and the joyously set stage. He just give occasion to feel qualms about one stealthy look the man he was to kill, and pushing one deliver his chest, another in his skirt pocket, drew forward at the same time his lethal weapons. His correct palm got a handle on a Derringer gun, his left a dirk.

At that point, at a walk, he passed the edge once more, leveled his arm at the President and bowed the trigger.

A sharp snappy report and a puff of white smoke,— a nearby smell of powder and the surge of a dull, defectively plot figure,— and the President's head dropped upon his shoulders: the ball was in his cerebrum.