The Heroic Idiom of Shakespearean Tragedy

Forsideomslag
University of Delaware Press, 1985 - 254 sider
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.

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Indhold

Acknowledgments
9
Heroic Mimesis The Poor Itch of Your Opinion
15
Emulation Hath a Thousand Sons Heroism in the Early Plays
26
Ironic Heroism A Repudiation of the Past
48
The Matter of Troy
77
The Integrity of the Noble Moor
101
Timon and the Ethics of Heroism
120
Persistence of the Old Lear
141
Bellonas Bridegroom or Dwarfish Thief?
163
Antony Cleopatra and Heroic Retrospection
185
Notes
208
Bibliography
228
Index
238
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