The Heroic Idiom of Shakespearean Tragedy
University of Delaware Press, 1985 - 254 Seiten
Shakespeare's idiom is an aggregate of archaic modes of speech and codes of conduct. This book attempts to make that idiom more accessible and, in the process, to illuminate the significance of heroic concepts to a study of Shakespeare's tragedies and histories.
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Persistence of the Old Lear
Bellonas Bridegroom or Dwarfish Thief?
Antony Cleopatra and Heroic Retrospection
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
achieve Achilles action admiration allow Antony Antony's Apemantus argues arms assertion Athens audience become believe blood Brutus Caesar calls cause character chivalric claim Cleopatra conventional Coriolanus course critics death deeds define doubt dramatic earlier early echoes Elizabethan English English Studies epic expectations expression eyes fact faith fall Fool friends gives Hamlet hand heart Hector Henry hero heroic heroism honor hyperbole ideal idiom king knows lament language Lear Lear's legend less lines live London look Macbeth means mind moral nature never noble once Othello play rage reality regard response revenge rhetorical Richard role satire says scene Senecan sense Shake Shakespeare speaks speech stage Studies style suggests sword Talbot Tamburlaine thee thing thou thought Timon tion Titus traditional tragedy tragic Troilus true truth turns University Press voice vows York
Seite 181 - I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...
Seite 64 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Seite 116 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 51 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Seite 153 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Seite 118 - No more of that : — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 74 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Seite 172 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.