The Adventures of a Shakespeare Scholar: To Discover Shakespeare's Art, Volume 10

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University of Delaware Press, 1997 - Literary Criticism - 365 pages
Rarely does a scholar single-handedly point Shakespeare study in a new direction. But in the 1950s, when brilliant insights were being achieved in Shakespeare's language, and a few theatre historians were recording stagings and stage business, Marvin Rosenberg led the way to a wider perspective of the poet-playwright's genius. He insisted that Shakespeare's art fused poetry-of-the-word with poetry-of-the-theatre, each illuminating the other inseparably.

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Page 108 - O, reason not the need ! our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap, as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 106 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen ; that it may live, And be a thwart disnatured torment to her...
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Page 290 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
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