Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 1, of julius caesar.
antony. o pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
that i am meek and gentle with these butchers!
thou art the ruins of the noblest man
that ever livèd in the tide of times.
woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
over thy wounds now do i prophesy—
which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
to beg the voice and utterance of my tongue—
a curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
domestic fury and fierce civil strife
shall cumber all the parts of italy;
blood and destruction shall be so in use,
and dreadful objects so familiar,
that mothers shall but smile when they behold<
their infants quartered with the hands of war,
all pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
and caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
with ate by his side come hot from hell,
shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
cry "havoc! ” and let slip the dogs of war,
that this foul deed shall smell above the earth
with carrion men, groaning for burial.
what are the central ideas of this soliloquy? select three options.
antony wants caesar to forgive him for being nice to his conspirators.
antony is so upset about caesar’s death that he can barely speak.
antony predicts that the land will be bloodied by men fighting men.
antony foresees mothers begging that their children be slain to spare them.
antony expects caesar's ghost to seek retribution for the wrongs done.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Which type of character best describes odysseus ?

Where does the receiver live in the giver?