Shakespearean Power and Punishment: A Volume of EssaysGillian Murray Kendall Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1998 - Počet stran: 219 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 | 59 |
Power and Punishment in Measure for Measure | 89 |
Staging Punishment in Measure for Measure | 113 |
Measure for Measure | 130 |
Prosperos Power and Punishments in The Tempest | 159 |
Overkill in Shakespeare | 173 |
Antithetical Ways of Power in Shakespeare | 197 |
Contributors | 210 |
Index | 213 |
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