What does hamlet mean when he says' "ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. but such officers do the king best service in the end. he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed, to be last swallowed?

Ineed badly ! i got to get this done and i can't get it done tomorrow! 1. expand the meaning of each sentence by adding adjectives. (dinner cooks.) (clown chuckled.) (car raced.) (dancer spun.) (panthers growled.) (leaves fall.) (bread baked.) (lake glistened.) (ship glides.) 2. using the sentences above, expand the meaning by adding adverbs. 3. using any five of the sentences from #2, expand the meaning by adding a compound word to each sentence. 4. using any three of the sentences from #3, expand the meaning by adding a prepositional phrase to each sentence. 5. using any one of the sentences from #4, expand the meaning by adding a synonym to this sentence.

Read this excerpt from chapter 1 of i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou and answer the queswhen i was three and bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists whinstructed - 'to whom it may concern' - that we were marguerite and bailey johnson negropassengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for the poor littleand plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.deducing from the diction, which of the following are possible audiences for the memoir select all that appchildren of three and four years of age like ones in the memoirafrican-american adults from the south who can relate to angelou's storycaucasian adults interested in american historytrain conductors and passengers

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.