Peer Assessment Sheet

CONTENTS PAGE

Interrogating the text

• Given circumstances. (What do I know about my character from reading the play?)
• What do people say about my character?
• What do I say about myself?
• What is my journey through the play
• Mark the beat changes and thought changes in your script
• Action your script so you know what you are doing to the other person on every line

Interrogating your Character and Objectives

The 9 questions

1. Who am I? (Diary entry)
2. What time is it? (For each scene i'm in, Year?, season, time of day or night?)
3. Where am i? (For each scene)
4. What surrounds me? (People and things)
5. What's my relationship. (People and things)
6. What's just happened before the scene starts? (what happens after the scene ends?)
7. Objective (What do I want?)
8. Obstacle (What's in my way?)
9. Action (Tactics to get what I want?)

• What is my animal and why?
• Research my character-animal
• What animalistic traits can I bring to the character?
• What is the soundtrack to your character's life?
• Put together a personal playlist for your character's journey throughout the play

Interrogating your Relationships

• who is your family?
• Who are your friends?
• Who are your acquaintances? 
• Who are your enemies?
• Who do you openly like?
• Who do you openly dislike?
• Who do you secretly like?
• Who do you secretly dislike?

Interrogating the world of the play

• Answer your Homework Questions on the world of the play
• What production values do you want the piece to have, think about:

1. Costume
2. Props
3. Set
4. Sound (music)
5. Lighting

• Find music for each specific moment in the play to share with the class next week

Homework Questions

Draw a Mind Map of the play’s main themes and issues

Fairies

Who are the fairies?
What does it mean to be immortal?
What kind of fairies would Shakespeare have known in his day and age?

The Court

What would the world of Theseus' Court be like today?
What does it look like, feel like, what's the atmosphere?

The Mechanicals

How is their world different to the world of the court?

 How do their clothes reflect their work?
Where do they meet in Act 1, what's the atmosphere of this place?

 The Lovers

 Why is the play set in a forest?

 What's the experience of beoing in a forest at night?

 Does the forest have a deeper meaning - what could it be symbolic of?

 Does our forest have to be made of trees?

Cast List and Scene Breakdown

The Dream 2016 Cast

Bill – Flute/Thisbe Luke – Bottom/Pyramus

Lauren – Snug/Lion

Billy - Lysander

Benjamin - Demetrius

Elise – Puck (Unit 1-22)

Darcie – Snout/Moonshine

Bilan – Egeus/Fairy ensemble

Sharitah – Starveling/Wall

Vuyo – Oberon

Harmonie – The Fairy

Lula – Titania (Unit 18-End)

Martha – Hermia (Unit 23 – End)

Amber May – Helena (Unit 23 – End)

Angel A – Titania (Unit 1 -18)

Olumide – Hippolyta/Fairy ensemble

Angel T – Peaseblossom/fairy ensemble

Sophia – Cobweb/Fairy ensemble

Tazmin – Hermia (Unit 1 -23)

Catherine – Puck (Unit 22 – End)

Ella – Philostrate/Mustardseed

D'Andre – Theseus/Fairy ensemble

Amy  - Peter Quince

Nastassja – Helena (Unit 1-23)

Dilara – Moth/Fairy ensemble

Woodland People

Faerie Folk

These are the forgeries of jealousy

TITANIA

These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

These are nothing but jealous lies. Since the beginning of midsummer, my fairies and I haven’t been able to meet anywhere to do our dances in the wind without being disturbed by you and your arguments. We haven’t been able to meet on a hill or in a valley, in the forest or a meadow, by a pebbly fountain or a rushing stream, or on the beach by the ocean without you disturbing us. And because you interrupt us so that we can’t dance for them, the winds have made fogs rise up out of the sea and fall down on the rivers so that the rivers flood, just to get revenge on you. So all the work that oxen and farmers have done in plowing the fields has been for nothing, because the unripe grain has rotted before it was ripe. Sheep pens are empty in the middle of the flooded fields, and the crows get fat from eating the dead bodies of infected sheep. All the fields where people usually play games are filled with mud, and you can’t even see the elaborate mazes that people create in the grass, because no one walks in them anymore and they’ve all grown over. It’s not winter here for the human mortals, so they’re not protected by the holy hymns and carols that they sing in winter. So the pale, angry moon, who controls the tides, fills the air with diseases. As a consequence of this bad weather and these bad moods the seasons have started to change. Cold frosts spread over the red roses, and the icy winter wears a crown of sweet summer flowers as some sick joke. Spring, summer, fertile autumn and angry winter have all changed places, and now the confused world doesn’t know which is which. And this is all because of our argument. We are responsible for this.

Contagious fogs, which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents.