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Overview
At the appropriately named Hamlet Elementary School in Stratford, Ontario, where Burdett has taught for over 20 years, her students have created wonderful drawings of Hamlet to illustrate Burdett's fluid rhymes. The students' interpretations are vivid evidence of Burdett's clever ability to bring Shakespeare's complex characters and intricate plots to life for young people.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781552095300 |
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Publisher: | Firefly Books, Limited |
Publication date: | 03/04/2000 |
Series: | Shakespeare Can Be Fun! |
Pages: | 64 |
Sales rank: | 787,590 |
Product dimensions: | 8.00(w) x 9.50(h) x 0.50(d) |
Age Range: | 7 - 10 Years |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
Now the two stood together, royal Father and his son. "Mark me!" the ghost shuddered, "My hour is almost come. I am thy father's spirit doomed to walk the night. At dawn, I render up myself and disappear from sight." The mournful voice resounded from above, "If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder!" he cried. "Murder?" Hamlet trembled, and looked horrified. The very word hammered in his brain. "Murder most foul!" the spirit bellowed again. "Tis said," the ghost moaned, "that a serpent bit me. And I died in my orchard, in tranquillity. Indeed, a serpent did sting thy father's life. But it now wears his crown, and has married his wife." "Oh, my prophetic soul!" cried Hamlet, "Can this be true?" "Aye!" moaned the spirit, "The facts I will review. As I slept peacefully on that fateful day, Your uncle crept towards me, like a beast of prey. A poisonous liquid, he poured into my ear. Then he slunk away, with a laughing sneer. It was a moment I could never have foressen. My brother snatched my life, my crown, and my Queen. Bear it not, my son! Set my tortured spirit free! Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me!"
Interviews
Most students will be exposed to the works of Shakespeare, typically in high school. The language and content of the plays is seen as too difficult for younger children but primary children are underestimated as to what they can accomplish given the challenge. The study of Shakespeare has become an integral part of my grade two program at Hamlet School, in Stratford, Ontario, Canada.
When I first moved to Stratford, I had no intention of teaching Shakespeare to 7 and 8 year olds. Stratford is a beautiful city noted for its Shakespearean theatre and I was interested that the schools were all named after Shakespearean characters. I asked my class, "Who is William Shakespeare?" and "Why is our school called Hamlet?" Their answers were surprising. One thought he was a famous boxer. Another believed he was the President of Canada. A third student responded, "I don't know who William Shakespeare is. I don't know any of the big kids." It was the children's enthusiasm and excitement on making the connection between an historical figure and the name of their school, which led me to continue. Thirty years later I can't imagine teaching anywhere in the world and not introducing Shakespeare. The study provided tremendous growth, particularly in the area of language and communication and evolved into a learning experience of a lifetime. I have endeavored in my books and workshops for teachers to share the excitement of exploring with children, the timeless emotions and ideas of Shakespeare.
The comments of two of my children, written at various times in their daily journals show the lasting impression Shakespeare has had on them.
"Shakespeare is like a big piece of chocolate cake. Once you've started you wish you could go on and on forever, in a non-stopping dream." (Anika, age 7)
"William's incredible words are like a velvet silk coat that rap around his pure thoughts. His pen writes on like all colors of the wind." (Sean, age 7)
Foreword
From the Foreword by Kenneth Branagh
Recipe
Now the two stood together, royal Father and his son.
"Mark me!" the ghost shuddered, "My hour is almost come.
I am thy father's spirit doomed to walk the night.
At dawn, I render up myself and disappear from sight."
The mournful voice resounded from above,
"If thou didst ever thy dear father love,
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder!" he cried.
"Murder?" Hamlet trembled, and looked horrified.
The very word hammered in his brain.
"Murder most foul!" the spirit bellowed again.
"Tis said," the ghost moaned, "that a serpent bit me.
And I died in my orchard, in tranquillity.
Indeed, a serpent did sting thy father's life.
But it now wears his crown, and has married his wife."
"Oh, my prophetic soul!" cried Hamlet, "Can this be true?"
"Aye!" moaned the spirit, "The facts I will review.
As I slept peacefully on that fateful day,
Your uncle crept towards me, like a beast of prey.
A poisonous liquid, he poured into my ear.
Then he slunk away, with a laughing sneer.
It was a moment I could never have foressen.
My brother snatched my life, my crown, and my Queen.
Bear it not, my son! Set my tortured spirit free!
Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me!"