Intonation: English Grammar Today
Intonation: English Grammar Today
Falling intonation
Falling intonation describes how the voice falls on the final stressed syllable
of a phrase or a group of words. A falling intonation is very common in wh-
questions.
See also:
Questions: wh-questions
Rising intonation
Rising intonation describes how the voice rises at the end of a sentence.
Rising intonation is common in yes-no questions:
I hear the Health Centre is expanding. So, is that the new doctor?
INTONATION
What is intonation?
Intonation is about how we say things, rather than what we say, the
way the voice rises and falls when speaking, in other words the
music of the language.
Again, these are not rules but patterns generally used by native
speakers of English.
Just remember that content words are stressed, and intonation adds
attitude or emotion.
Falling Intonation ()
(The pitch of the voice falls at the end of the sentence.)
Statements
Commands
Exclamations
o That's a surprise!
Rising Intonation ()
(The pitch of the voice rises at the end of a sentence.)
Rising intonation invites the speaker to continue talking.
It is normally used with yes/no questions, and question tags that are
real questions.
Yes/no Questions
(Questions that can be answered by 'yes' or 'no'.)
Rise-Fall Intonation ()
(The intonation rises and then falls.)
o What was the meal like? Hmm, the fish was good...
(but the rest wasn't great).
o So you both live in Los Angeles? Well Alex does ... (but
I don't).
Conditional sentences
(The tone rises in the first clause and falls gradually in the
second clause.)
Fall-Rise Intonation ()
(The voice falls and rises usually within one word.
Hesitation/reluctance:
1.ALLITERATION
2ANAPHORA
3.ANTITHESES
4. APOSTROPHE
5. ASSONANCE
6. CHIASMUS
7.EUPHEMISM
The substitution of an inoffensive term for one considered
offensively explicit.
8.HYPERBOLE
I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands
and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full
swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the
floor.
9.IRONY
10.LITOTES
11.METAPHOR
Love is a lie.
12.METONYMY
13.ONOMATOPOEIA
14.OXYMORON
15.PARADOX
16.PERSONIFICATION
17.PUN
18.SIMILE
19.SYNECDOCHE
20.UNDERSTATEMENT
[Enter Romeo.]
Romeo.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Juliet.
Ay me!
Romeo.
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven (30)
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Juliet.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: (40)
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee, (50)
Take all myself.
Romeo.
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Juliet.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo.
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee. (60)
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Juliet.
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Romeo.
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Juliet.
How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Romeo.
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, (70)
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt:
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Juliet.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Romeo.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet
And I am proof against their enmity.
Juliet.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Romeo.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And, but thou love me, let them find me here; (80)
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Juliet.
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Romeo.
By love, that first did prompt me to enquire.
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot, yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,
I should adventure for such merchandise.
Juliet.
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek (90)
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay',
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, (100)
So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true-love passion: therefore pardon me;
And not impute this yielding to light love
Which the dark night hath so discovered. (110)
Romeo.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops --
Juliet.
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo.
What shall I swear by?
Juliet.
Do not swear at all.
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee. (120)
Romeo.
If my heart's dear love --
Juliet.
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast! (130)
Romeo.
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet.
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Romeo.
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet.
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.
Romeo.
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
Juliet.
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, (140)
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Nurse calls within
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.
Exit, above.
Romeo.
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Juliet.
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, (150)
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse.
[Within] Madam!
Juliet.
I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee--
Nurse.
[Within] Madam!
Juliet.
By and by, I come:--
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: (160)
To-morrow will I send.
Romeo.
So thrive my soul--
Juliet.
A thousand times good night!
Exit, above.
Romeo.
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Retiring.
Juliet.
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; (170)
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
Romeo.
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Juliet.
Romeo!
Romeo.
My dear?
Juliet.
At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee? (180)
Romeo.
At the hour of nine.
Juliet.
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Romeo.
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Juliet.
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
Romeo.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
Juliet.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird; (190)
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo.
I would I were thy bird.
Juliet.
Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. (200)
Exit above
Romeo.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Exit
Sampson
Gregory, on my word, well not carry coals.
Gregory
No, for then we should be colliers.
Sampson
I mean, and we be in choler, well draw.
Gregory
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.
Sampson
I strike quickly, being movd.
Gregory
But thou art not quickly movd to strike.
Sampson
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
Gregory
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if thou art movd, thou runst
away.
Sampson
A dog of that house shall move me to stand! I will take the wall of any man or maid of
Montagues.
Gregory
That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sampson
Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall;
therefore I will push Montagues men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Gregory
The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sampson
Tis all one; I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be civil
with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
Gregory
The heads of the maids?
Sampson
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt.
Gregory
They must take it in sense that feel it.
Sampson
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gregory
Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John. Draw thy tool, here
comes two of the house of Montagues.
Sampson
My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee.
Gregory
How, turn thy back and run?
Sampson
Fear me not.
Gregory
No, marry, I fear thee!
Sampson
Let us take the law of our sides, let them begin.
Gregory
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
Sampson
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
Aside to Gregory
Gregory
Aside to Sampson
No.
Sampson
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory
Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram
Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
Abram
No better?
Sampson
Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
Gregory
Say better, here comes one of my masters kinsmen.
Sampson
Yes, better, sir.
Abram
You lie.
Sampson
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
They fight.
Benvolio
Part, fools!
Put up your swords, you know not what you do.
Enter Tybalt.
Tybalt
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Benvolio
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt
What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward!
They fight.
Citizens of Verona
Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
Enter old Capulet in his gown, and his wife, Lady Capulet.
Capulet
What noise is this? Give me my long sword ho!
Lady Capulet
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Capulet
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Montague
Thou villain Capulet!Hold me not, let me go.
Lady Montague
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Prince Escalus
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel
Will they not hear?What ho, you men, you beasts!
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets,
And made Veronas ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankred with peace, to part your cankred hate;
If ever you disturb our streets again
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the rest depart away.
You, Capulet, shall go along with me,
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Montague
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Benvolio
Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
I drew to part them. In the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepard,
Which, as he breathd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hissd him in scorn.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
Lady Montague
O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Benvolio
Madam, an hour before the worshippd sun
Peerd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drive me to walk abroad,
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from this city side,
So early walking did I see your son.
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood.
I, measuring his affections by my own,
Which then most sought where most might not be found,
Being one too many by my weary self,
Pursued my humor not pursuing his,
And gladly shunnd who gladly fled from me.
Montague
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh mornings dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs,
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Auroras bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portendous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Benvolio
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Montague
I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Benvolio
Have you importund him by any means?
Montague
Both by myself and many other friends,
But he, his own affections counsellor,
Is to himself (I will not say how true)
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Romeo.
Benvolio
See where he comes. So please you step aside,
Ill know his grievance, or be much denied.
Montague
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, lets away.
Benvolio
Good morrow, cousin.
Romeo
Is the day so young?
Benvolio
But new strook nine.
Romeo
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Benvolio
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeos hours?
Romeo
Not having that which, having, makes them short.
Benvolio
In love?
Romeo
Out
Benvolio
Of love?
Romeo
Out of her favor where I am in love.
Benvolio
Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Romeo
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all:
Heres much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Benvolio
No, coz, I rather weep.
Romeo
Good heart, at what?
Benvolio
At thy good hearts oppression.
Romeo
Why, such is loves transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressd
With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purgd, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes,
Being vexd, a sea nourishd with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
Benvolio
Soft, I will go along;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Romeo
Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here:
This is not Romeo, hes some other where.
Benvolio
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
Romeo
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Benvolio
Groan? Why, no;
But sadly tell me, who?
Romeo
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will
A word ill urgd to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Benvolio
I aimd so near when I supposd you lovd.
Romeo
A right good mark-man! And shes fair I love.
Benvolio
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Romeo
Well, in that hit you miss: shell not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dians wit;
And in strong proof of chastity well armd,
From Loves weak childish bow she lives uncharmd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide th encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
Benvolio
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Romeo
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
For beauty starvd with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair.
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
Benvolio
Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Romeo
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Benvolio
By giving liberty unto thine eyes:
Examine other beauties.
Romeo
Tis the way
To call hers (exquisite) in question more.
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies brows,
Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair.
He that is strooken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve but as a note
Where I may read who passd that passing fair?
Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.
Benvolio
Ill pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
Exeunt.