GCSE
English Literature
H472/01: Drama and poetry pre-1900
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A Level
INSTRUCTIONS
• Use black ink.
• Write your answer to each question in the Answer Booklet. The question numbers must
be clearly shown.
• Fill in the boxes on the front of the Answer Booklet.
• Answer one question in Section 1 and one in Section 2.
• All questions in Section 1 have two parts, (a) and (b). Answer both parts of the question
on the text you have studied.
• Answer one question on the texts you have studied in Section 2.
INFORMATION
• The total mark for this paper is 60.
• The marks for each question are shown in brackets [ ].
• This document has 20 pages.
ADVICE
• Read each question carefully before you start your answer.
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Section 1 – Shakespeare Question Page
Coriolanus 1 4
Hamlet 2 8
Measure for Measure 3 10
Richard III 4 12
The Tempest 5 14
Twelfth Night 6 16
Section 2 – Drama and Poetry pre-1900 Question Page
Questions for all text combinations 7–12 18–19
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Section 1 – Shakespeare
Coriolanus
Hamlet
Measure for Measure
Richard III
The
Tempest
Twelfth
Night
Answer one question from this section. You must answer both parts (a) and (b).
You should spend about 1 hour and 15 minutes on this section.
1 CORIOLANUS
Answer both parts (a) and (b).
(a) Discuss the following passage from Act 2, Scene 3, exploring Shakespeare’s use of
language
and dramatic effects.
CORIOLANUS Think upon me? Hang ’em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues Which
our divines lose by ’em.
MENENIUS AGRIPPA You’ll mar all:
I’ll leave you. Pray you, speak to ’em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner. [Exit.
Re-enter three of the Citizens.
CORIOLANUS Bid them wash their faces
And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a brace. You
know the cause, sir, of my standing here.
3 CITIZEN We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to’t.
CORIOLANUS Mine own desert.
2 CITIZEN Your own desert!
CORIOLANUS Ay, but not mine own desire.
3 CITIZEN How, not your own desire?
CORIOLANUS No, sir, ’twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.
3 CITIZEN You must think, if we give you anything, we hope to gain by you.
CORIOLANUS Well then, I pray, your price o’ th’ consulship?
1 CITIZEN The price is to ask it kindly.
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CORIOLANUS Kindly, sir, I pray, let me ha’t: I have wounds to show you,
which shall be yours in private. Your good voice, sir; what
say you?
2 CITIZEN You shall ha’ it, worthy sir.
CORIOLANUS A match, sir. There’s in all two worthy voices begged. I have your
alms. Adieu.
3 CITIZEN But this is something odd.
2 CITIZEN An ’twere to give again—but ’tis no matter. [Exeunt the three
Citizens.
Re-enter two other Citizens.
CORIOLANUS Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices
that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.
4 CITIZEN You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have
not deserved nobly.
CORIOLANUS Your enigma?
4 CITIZEN You have been a scourge to her enemies; you have been a rod to her
friends. You have not indeed loved the common people.
CORIOLANUS You should account me the more virtuous that I have not
been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my sworn
brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them;
’tis a condition they account gentle; and since the
wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my
heart, I will practise the insinuating nod and be off to
them most counterfeitly. That is, sir, I will counterfeit the
bewitchment of some popular man and give it bountiful to
the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.
5 CITIZEN We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices
heartily.
4 CITIZEN You have received many wounds for your country.
CORIOLANUS I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will
make much of your voices, and so trouble you no farther.
BOTH CITIZENS The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! [Exeunt Citizens.
CORIOLANUS Most sweet voices!
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
Why in this wolvish toge should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to’t:
What custom wills, in all things should we do’t,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
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