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Act 1 SCENE I.  London. A street.  Enter GLOUCESTER, Now is the winter of our discontent  Made glorious summer by this sun of York;  And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house  In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.  Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;  Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;  Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,  Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.  Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;  And now, instead of mounting barded steeds  To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,  He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber  To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.  But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,  Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;  I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty  To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;  I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,  Cheated of feature by dis...

 Theatre in Shakespeare's time  Authors wrote plays for the masses, especially those who couldn’t ___________ The theatre changed a lot during Shakespeare’s lifetime. The authorities didn’t like it and didn’t allow acting in the city itself. They thought it had a bad _______________ on people and kept them from going to church.__________________, on the other hand, loved acting and helped the theatre become popular. Shakespeare’s theatre was full of life. People did not sit all the time and it was not quiet during the _____________________________ . The _________________ could walk around, eat and drink during the play. They cheered, _____________ and sometimes even threw objects at the actors. Theatres were open arenas or playhouses that had room for up to three thousand people. They were structures made mainly of _______________. There was no heating and actors got wet when it rained. The stage was higher and there was an open __________ in front ...

FAHRENEIT 451, Ray Bradbury, 1953  Montag is a fireman, Beatty is his boss.   Montag looked at the cards in his own hands. "I-I've been thinking. About the fire last week. About the man whose library we fixed. What happened to him?" "They took him screaming off to the asylum" "He wasn't insane." Beatty arranged his cards quietly. "Any man's insane who thinks he can fool the Government and us." "I've tried to imagine," said Montag, "just how it would feel. I mean to have firemen burn our houses and our books." "We haven't any books." "But if we did have some." "You got some?" Beatty blinked slowly. "No." Montag gazed beyond them to the wall with the typed lists of a million forbidden books. Their names leapt in fire, burning down the years under his axe and his hose which sprayed not water but kerosene. "No." But in his mind, a cool wind started up and ble...