Shakespearean Power and Punishment: A Volume of Essays
Gillian Murray Kendall, Kendall (Gillian Murray)
Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1998 - Drama - 219 pages
The essays in this volume demonstrate how effectively different -- indeed seemingly contradictory -- theoretical paradigms can work with Shakespeare's plays to excavate issues of power and punishment.
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Seeing the Emblematic Woman in The Second Maidens Tragedy and The Winters Tale
Power and Punishment in Measure for Measure
Staging Punishment in Measure for Measure
Measure for Measure
Prosperos Power and Punishments in The Tempest
Overkill in Shakespeare
Antithetical Ways of Power in Shakespeare
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Page 138 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do: Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 198 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 184 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 169 - A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost ; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.
Page 57 - No ! cannot the breath of kings do this ? Dion. No ; nor smell sweet itself, if once the lungs Be but corrupted. King. Is it so ? Take heed ! Dion. Sir, take you heed how you dare the powers That must be just King. Alas ! what are we kings ! Why do you gods place us above the rest, To be...
Page 168 - Disdain and Discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both.
Page 52 - And worn so by you : How that foolish man That reads the story of a woman's face, And dies believing it, is lost for ever : How all the good you have is but a shadow, I...
Page 178 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 52 - To this poor kingdom. Give it to your joy; For I have no joy in it. Some far place, Where never womankind durst set her foot For " bursting with her poisons, must I seek, And live to curse you; There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beasts What woman is, and help to save them from you...