Shakespeare's Political Animal: Schema and Schemata in the Canon

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University of Delaware Press, 1990 - 164 ページ
A brief and readable account of a major Renaissance idea, this book argues that throughout his career as a poet and playwright, Shakespeare consistently presents an image of human politics so idiosyncratic it could serve as his signature.

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The Concept of the Machiavellian Ruler of Sonnet 94 and Its Discontents
21
Teaching the Sly Animal to Be Civil The Taming of the Shrew as Shakespeares Anatomy of Education
26
From Hal to Henry V The Deceptive Ruler and His Discontents
34
Leveling through Rivalry and Victimization
39
Remorse in Myself with His Words Shakespeares Schematic Picture of Factional Behavior
41
The Teeth of Emulation Failed Sacrifice in Shakespeares Julius Caesar
51
The Politics of Literary Borrowing and Exclusion
65
Publishing the Politics of Literary Expropriation Lyly and Marlowe in 1 Henry IV
67
Englands Sicily and Shakespeares Critique of Gallantry in Much Ado about Nothing
97
What Rusts the Soul Shakespeares Macbeth and the Invention of the Conscience
105
Ideal Solutions and Their Discontents
115
Shakespeares Critique of the Mirage of the Green World in As You Like It and The Winters Tale
117
Hierarchy and Freedom in the New World Duke Prosperos Education in the Yare
127
Ulysses Political Thoughts and Action in Reverse
135
Notes
139
Bibliography
153

Exorcizing the Moral Jonsonian Citizen Comedy in Shakespeares Twelfth Night or What You Will
76
Sacrificing the Mysteries Dismembering the Text in Early Criticism of Shakespeares Julius Caesar
88
SelfDestructive Tyranny in Oligarchy and Monarchy
95
Index
159
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72 ページ - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! If
71 ページ - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks, So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities. (1.3.201-7)
60 ページ - Brutus,' and 'Caesar.' What should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together: yours is as fair a name. Sound them: it doth become the mouth as well. Weigh them: it is as heavy. Conjure with 'em: 'Brutus' will start a spirit as soon as 'Caesar.
74 ページ - Air—a trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Tis insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon—and so ends my catechism.
46 ページ - But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture? (1.3.94-101)
111 ページ - The time has 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. (3.4.78-82) The
60 ページ - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. So indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. (1.2.100-109)
107 ページ - Hamlet: I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
63 ページ - Decius. Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here? Casca. No. Cinna. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess that you are both deceived. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises.
73 ページ - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied. For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

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