Shakespeare Studies, Volume 23

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J. Leeds Barroll
Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1995 - Literary Criticism - 294 pages
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Shakespeare Studies is an international volume published every year in hardcover, containing more than three hundred pages of essays and studies by critics from both hemispheres.

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List of Contributors
Richard Tarlton and the Uses of SixteenthCentury Celebrity
Cartography and the Gaze in Shakespearean Tragedy and History
Androgynous Union and the Woman in Hamlet
stuff the Latin Lesson and the Domestication of Learning in The Taming of the Shrew
Colonialist Interpretations of Shakespeares Tempest
King Lears Opening Scene and the CommonLaw Use
Cultural Politics and Shakespeares Art
Women Race and Writing in the Early Modern Period
The Stage and Social Struggle in Early Modern England
Elizabeth I Susan Frye Elizabeth I
Shakespeare and After
Differences in Womens ReVisions of Shakespeare
Private Matters and Public Culture in PostReformation England
Cultural Materialism and the Politics of Dissident Reading

Sex Marriage and Ducal Authority in Measure for Measure
Lucreces Gaze
Essays on Tragedy and History
Materializing the Subject in Shakespeare
Shakespeare the Actor and the Purposes of Playing
Contemporary Critical Quarrels

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Page 84 - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 73 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 78 - Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 205 - They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Page 76 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly ; these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 127 - The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his "natural superiors," and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous "cash payment.
Page 66 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
Page 52 - I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but To look upon him, till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle ; Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.
Page 206 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Page 88 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.

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