"You believe correctly," Rhiane smiled, patting the girl on the head in a patronising manner. "A further 2 points to Slytherin." she added, perching on the end of the desk, crossing her legs elegantly.
"Right, now this part of the class will be slightly harder. You will all notice how I've given you pieces of parchment. Please take out your quill and copy down the following. It is a passage from 'The Duchess of Malfi':"
"Very likely,
Thy pity is nothing of kin to thee. Antonio
Lurks about Milan, thou shalt shortly thither
To feed a fire as great as my revenge,
Which ne'er will slack till it have spent his fuel:
'Intemperate agues make physicians cruel."
"Now please translate that to modern English and tell me, what does Ferdinand mean? What is he saying? Where is the proverb in that verse and what does it mean?"
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