Shifting the Scene: Shakespeare in European Culture

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Ladina Bezzola Lambert, Balz Engler
University of Delaware Press, 2004 - 308 strán (strany)
The title of this collection, Shifting the Scene, adapts words from one of the Choruses in Henry V. Its essays try, without denying authority to the text and the theatre, to widen the scene of inquiry to include other institutions, like education, politics, language, and the arts, and to juxtapose the constructions of Shakespeare and his works that have been produced by them. However, as in Henry V, there is also a geographical dimension. The collection goes beyond England and the English-speaking world and focuses on Europe (including Britain). It brings together 17 essays by leading authorities and promising young scholars in the field

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Introduction
11
Staging Europe in Shakespeare
21
Shakespeare and the European Canon
41
The Debate over a Royal Translation of Hamlet
67
The Politics of Language
78
The CloudScene in Hamlet as a Hungarian Parable
95
Millennium British Shakespeares Amateur and Professional in the New Century
113
John Crankos Romeo and Juliet Venice 1958
129
Shakespeare and Eminescu
182
Shakespeare the Lambs and French Education
193
Indoctrination or Creativity?
205
Sexual Morality and Critical Traditions
219
Kozintsevs Social Translation
230
The Shakespearean Sound in Translation
239
Translation and Performance
258
Bibliography
282

Organic Shakespeare for the Folk
140
Shakespeare in SwissGerman Mundart
152
National Identity and the Teaching of Shakespeare
167
Notes on Contributors
297
Index
302
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Strana 263 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
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Strana 104 - With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air.
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Strana 263 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Strana 96 - You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strana 47 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious...
Strana 48 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, — even in the mouths of men.
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Strana 45 - O! that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!

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