QUESTION 

QUESTION 

MARKS 

PAGE

1. 

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll  and Mr Hyde 

Contextual question 

35 

5

OR

2. 

Cry, The Beloved Country 

Contextual question 

35 

8

3. 

The Tragedy of Macbeth 

Contextual question 

35 

12

OR

4. 

My Children, my Africa 

Contextual question 

35 

17

5.1 

‘The Doll’s House’ 

Contextual question 

17 

21

AND

5.2 

‘A Chip of Glass Ruby’ 

Contextual question 

18 

23

6.1 

‘Still I Rise’ 

Contextual question 

18 

25

AND

6.2 

‘Sonnet 18’ 

Contextual question 

17 

27

SECTION 

QUESTION NUMBERS

NO. OF QUESTIONS TO ANSWER

TICK 

(✔)

A: Novel 
(Contextual)

1–2 

1

B:  Drama 
(Contextual) 

3–4 

1

C: Short Stories
(Contextual)

5 

1

D: Poetry 

6 

1

The solemn butler knew and welcomed him; he was subjected to  no stage of delay, but ushered direct from the door to the dining room where Dr Lanyon sat alone over his wine. This was a hearty,  healthy, dapper, red-faced gentleman, with a shock of hair  
prematurely white, and a boisterous and decided manner. 5 At sight of Mr Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed  him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was  somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling.  For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and  college, both thorough respecters of themselves who thoroughly 10 enjoyed each other’s company. After a little rambling talk, the  lawyer led up to the subject which so disagreeably pre-occupied  his mind. ‘I suppose, Lanyon,’ said he ‘you and I must be the two  oldest friends that Henry Jekyll has?’ 
‘I wish the friends were younger,’ chuckled Dr Lanyon. 15 ‘But I suppose we are. And what of that? I see little of him now.’ Indeed?’ said Utterson. ‘I thought you had a bond of common  interest.’ ‘We had,’ was the reply. 
‘But it is more than ten years since Henry Jekyll became too fanciful  for me.’ 20 He began to go wrong, wrong in mind; and though of course I  continue to take an interest in him for old sake’s sake, as they say, I see and I have seen devilish little of the man.  

[Search for Mr Hyde]

COLUMN B

1. Henry Jekyll
2. Gabriel Utterson
3. Mr Enfield
4. Sir Danvers Carew 

1. Utterson’s clerk and confidant
2. Known for his decency and  charitable works
3. A member of parliament
4. He goes for walks on Sundays  with Utterson
5. A lawyer, and trusted friend of  Henry Jekyll

It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale moon, lying on her  back as though the wind had tilted her, and a flying wrack of the most  diaphanous and lawny texture. The wind made talking difficult, and flecked the  blood into the face. It seemed to have swept the streets unusually bare of  passengers, besides; for Mr Utterson thought he had never seen that part 5 
of London so deserted. He could have wished it otherwise; never in his life  had he been conscious of so sharp a wish to see and touch his fellow creatures; for, struggle as he might, there was borne in upon his mind a  crushing anticipation of calamity. The square, when they got there, was all full  
of wind and dust, and the thin trees in the garden were lashing 10 themselves along the railing. Poole, who had kept all the way a pace or two  ahead, now pulled up in the middle of the pavement, and, in spite of the biting  weather, took off his hat and mopped his brow with a red pocket-handkerchief.  But for all the hurry of his coming, these were not the dews of exertion that he  wiped away, but the moisture of some strangling anguish; for his face was  white, and his voice when he spoke, harsh and broken.  

 [The last night]

I have a place for you to sleep, my friend, in the house of an old  woman, a Mrs Lithebe, who is a good member of our church. She is  an Msutu, but she speaks Zulu well. She will think it an honour to  have a priest in the house. It is cheap, only three shillings a week, and  you can have your meals there with the people of the Mission. 5 
Now there is the bell. Would you like to wash your hands?  
They washed their hands in a modern place, with white, basin, and  water cold and hot, and towels worn but very white, and a modern  lavatory too. When you were finished, you pressed a little rod, and  the water rushed in as though something was broken. It would 10 
have frightened you if you had not heard of such things before.  They went into a room where a table was laid and there he met many  priests, both white and black, and they sat down after grace and ate  together. He was a bit nervous of the many plates and knives and  forks, but watched what others did, and used the things likewise. 15 He sat next to a young rosy-cheeked priest from England, who asked  him where he came from, and what it was like there. And another  black priest cried out – I am also from Ixopo. My father and mother  are still alive there, in the valley of the Lufafa.  

How is it there? 20 [Chapter 5] 

COLUMN B

1. Stephen Kumalo
2. Absolom
3. James Jarvis 
4. John Kumalo 

1. killed Arthur Jarvis
2. ignorant of the injustices in  South Africa
3. humble minister of the  Anglican Church
4. representing good moral  values and Christian ethics
5. a politician who enjoys the  spotlight

The white men come to Shanty Town. They take photographs of us, and  moving photographs for the pictures. They come and wonder what they  can do, there are so many of us. What will the poor devils do in the rain?  What will the poor devils do in the winter? Men come, and machines  come, and they start building rough 5 
houses for us. That Dubula is a clever man, this is what he said they  would do. And no sooner do they begin to build for us, than there come  in the night other black people, from Pimville and Alexandra and  Sophiatown, and they too put up their houses of sack and grass and iron  and poles. And the white men come again, but 10 
this time it is anger, not pity. The police come and drive the people away.  And some that they drive away are from Orlando itself. They go back to  the houses that they left, but of some the rooms are already taken, and  some will not have them anymore. You need not to be ashamed that  you live in Shanty Town. It is in the papers, and that 15 
is my husband standing by the house. A man here has a paper from  Durban, and my husband is there too, standing by the house. You  can give your address as Shanty Town, Shanty Town alone, everyone  knows where it is, and give the number that the committee has given  you. 20 

[Chapter 9] 

MACBETH 

 So foul and fair a day I have not seen. 

BANQUO 

How far is it call'd to Forres? — What are these 
So withered and so wild in their attire, 
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, 
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught 5
That man may question? You seem to understand me, 
By each at once her choppy finger laying 
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, 
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret 
That you are so. 10

MACBETH 

Speak, if you can: what are you? 

First Witch 

All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! 

Second Witch 

All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! 

Third Witch 

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! 

BANQUO 

Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear 15
Things that do sound so fair? — I'th’ the name of truth 
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed 
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner 
You greet with present grace and great prediction 
Of noble having and of royal hope, 20
That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. 
If you can look into the seeds of time, 
And say which grain will grow and which will not, 
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 
Your favours nor your hate. 25

First Witch 

Hail! 

Second Witch 

Hail! 

Third Witch 

Hail! 

First Witch 

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 

Second Witch 

Not so happy, yet much happier. 30

Third Witch 

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: 

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 

First Witch 

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! 

[Act 1, Scene 3] 

COLUMN B

1. Macbeth
2. Macduff 
3. Banquo
4. Malcolm 

1. Thane of Fife
2. too trusting
3. has better judgement than his  father
4. brave, noble and honest
5. challenges the witches to  speak but is startled by their  predictions

(Enter BANQUO) 
BANQUO 

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, 
As the weird women promised, and, I fear, 
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said 
It should not stand in thy posterity, 
But that myself should be the root and father 5
Of many kings. If there come truth from them— 
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine— 
Why, by the verities on thee made good, 
May they not be my oracles as well, 
And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. 

(Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH,  as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants) 10

MACBETH 

 Here's our chief guest. 

LADY MACBETH 

If he had been forgotten, 
It had been as a gap in our great feast, 
And all-thing unbecoming. 

MACBETH 

To-night we hold a solemn supper sir, 
And I'll request your presence. 15

BANQUO 

Let your highness 
Command upon me; to the which my duties 
Are with a most indissoluble tie 
For ever knit. 

MACBETH 

Ride you this afternoon? 

BANQUO 

Ay, my good lord 

MACBETH 

We should have else desired your good advice, 
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, 
In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. 
Is't far you ride? 20

BANQUO 

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, 
I must become a borrower of the night 
For a dark hour or twain. 

MACBETH 

Fail not our feast. 25

BANQUO 

My lord, I will not 

MACBETH 

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd 
In England and in Ireland, not confessing 
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers 
With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, 30 
When therewithal we shall have cause of state 
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, 
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? 

BANQUO 

Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon’s. 

[Act 3, Scene 1] 

THAMI: Yes that’s the one. For nearly two years I’ve sat there ... being  educated! 
ISABEL:(Reading names carved into the wood of the desk): John, Bobby,  Zola, Bo …Boni … 
THAMI: Bonisile. 
ISABEL:Where is your name? 
THAMI: You won’t find it there. I don’t want to leave any part of me in this  classroom. 5
ISABEL:That sounds heavy. 
THAMI:It’s been heavy. You’ve got no problems with it, hey. 
ISABEL: With school? No not really. Couple of teachers have tried their best  to spoil it for me, but they haven’t succeeded. I’ve had a pretty good  time in fact. I think I might even end up with the old cliché …you 10 know, school years, best years, happiest years … whatever it is  they say. 
THAMI:No, I won’t be saying that. 
ISABEL:That surprises me. 
THAMI:Why? 
ISABEL: Ja, come on, wouldn’t you be if I said it? You’re obviously clever.  I’ll bet you sail through your exams. 
THAMI: It’s not as simple as just passing exams, Isabel. School doesn’t  mean the same to us that it does to you. 
ISABEL:Go on. 15
THAMI: I used to like it. Junior school? You should have seen me. I  wanted to have school on Saturdays and Sundays as well. Yes, I  did. Other boys wanted to kill me. I hated holidays. 
ISABEL:So what happened? 
THAMI:I changed. 20 
ISABEL:Ja, I’m listening. 
THAMI: (A shrug) That’s all. I changed. Things changed. Everything  changed. 
ISABEL:(Realising she is not going to get any more out of him.): Only five  months ago. 
THAMI: I’m counting. 

[Act 1, Scene 1]

COLUMN B

1. Karoo
2. Location
3. Confucius
4. Zionist 

1. a religious movement
2. a semi-desert plateau in South Africa
3. a conference
4. a township on the outskirts of a town 
5. a Chinese philosopher

ISABEL:And they are going to decide whether we can or can’t be friends!
THAMI:I was right. You don’t understand what’s going on. 
ISABEL:And you’re certainly not helping me to. 
THAMI: (Trying) Visiting you like this is dangerous. People talk. Your maid  has seen me. She could mention, just innocently but to the 5 wrong person, that Thami Mbikwana is visiting and having tea with  the white people she works for. 
ISABEL:And of course that is such a big crime! 
THAMI:  In the eyes of the location … yes! My world is also changing, Isabel.  10 I’m breaking the boycott by being here. The Comrades don’t want  any mixing with whites. They have ordered that contact must be  kept to the minimum 
ISABEL: And you go along with that? 
THAMI: Yes. 
ISABEL: Happilly! 15 
THAMI:  (Goaded by her lack of understanding.): Yes! I go along happily  with that!! 
ISABEL: Man Thami, this great Beginning of yours sound like … (shakes  her head) … I don’t know. Other people deciding who can and  who can’t be your friends, what you must do and what you can’t do. 20 Is this the Freedom you’ve been talking to me about? That you’re  going to fight for? 
(Mr M enters quietly. His stillness is a disturbing contrast to the  bustle and energy we have come to associate with him.)
MR. M : Don’t let me interrupt you. Please carry on. 25 (To Thami): I’m most interested in your reply to that question.  (Pause) I think he has forgotten what it was, Isabel. Ask him again. 

 [Act 2, Scene 1] 

‘And I’m to choose who’s to come and see it first. Mother said I might.’ For it had been arranged that while the doll’s house stood in the courtyard  they might ask the girls at school, two at a time, to come and look. Not to  stay to tea, of course, or to come traipsing through the house. But just to  stand quietly in the courtyard while Isabel pointed out the beauties, and  Lottie and 5 Kezia looked pleased … 
But hurry as they might, by the time they had reached the tarred palings of  the boys’ playground the bell had begun to jangle. They only just had time  to whip off their hats and fall in line before the roll was called. Never mind.  Isabel tried to make up for it by looking very important and mysterious and 10 by whispering behind her hand to the girls near her, ‘Got something to tell  you at playtime.’ 
Playtime came and Isabel was surrounded. The girls of her class nearly  fought to put their arms round her, to walk with her, to beam flatteringly, to  be her special friend. She held quite a court under the huge pine trees at 15 the side of the playground. Nudging, giggling together, the little girls  pressed up close. And the only two who stayed outside the ring were the  two who were always outside, the little Kelveys. They knew better than to  come anywhere near the Burnells.  
For the fact was, the school the Burnell children went to was not at all the 20 kind of place their parents would have chosen if there had been any choice.  But there was none. 

COLUMN B

1. Mrs Hay
2. Isabel 
3. Aunt Beryl 
4. Else 

1. Her age gives her better privileges  than her sisters
2. She has no respect for the less  fortunate
3. She always holds her sister’s skirt
4. She gives the Burnell girls a doll  house
5. She challenges class distinction

boulders of reproach had thundered down upon her absence, and yet he  had said not one word. He had not been to inquire where she was;  Jimmy and Girlie had gone to Mohammed Ebrahim, the lawyer, and  when he found out that their mother had been taken – when she was  arrested, at least – to a prison in the next town, they had stood about 10 
outside the big prison door for hours while they waited to be told where  she had been moved from there. At last they had discovered that she  was fifty miles away, in Pretoria. Jimmy asked Bamjee for five shillings  to help Girlie pay the train fare to Pretoria, once she had been  interviewed by the police and had been given a permit to visit her 15 
mother; he put three two-shilling pieces on the table for Jimmy to pick  up, and the boy, looking at him keenly, did not know whether the extra  shilling meant anything, or whether it was merely that Bamjee had no  change. 
It was only when relations and neighbours came to the house that 20 Bamjee would suddenly begin to talk. He had never been so expansive  in his life as he was in the company of these visitors, many of them come  on a polite call rather in the nature of a visit of condolence. 

Still I rise 

You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies, 
You may tread me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I’ll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells 
Pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, 
With the certainty of tides, 
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I’ll rise 

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops, 
Weakened by my soulful cries? 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard 
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines 
Diggin’ in my own backyard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 
You may cut me with your eyes, 
You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I’ll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise? 
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds 
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain 
I rise 
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise 
I rise. 

Sonnet 18 

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate. 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5
And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines, 
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed. 
But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, 10
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, 
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st. 
 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 
 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.