Shakespeare, Text and Theater: Essays in Honor of Jay L. Halio

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Jay L. Halio, Lois Potter, Arthur F. Kinney
University of Delaware Press, 1999 - 346 páginas
"Jay L. Halio is internationally distinguished as an editor of Shakespeare's plays and as a critic of Shakespeare in performance. This collection, with an international list of contributors, honors both those interests and explores their interconnectedness."--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

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Where Should We Be Without It?
17
All we like sheep
33
Mr Greenfields and the Twentythird Psalm
45
or What Else Was A Midsummer Nights Dream About?
62
Musings for Jay Halio
92
Performances
107
A Polish Gentlemans Visit to London Theaters in 18201821
109
How Revolutionary Is Crosscast Shakespeare? A Look at Five Contemporary Productions
120
Staging The Tempest as an Alchemical Experiment in the Theater
209
Text and Performance
227
The Question of Provenance
229
The Editor in the Theater
248
Translating Romeo and Juliet
266
Francis Gentleman and the Henry IV Plays
285
The Double Ending of Troilus and Cressida
298
Notes for an Actor
310

A Note on Translating the Political and the Politics of Translation
136
Romeo and Juliet Hammersmith 1986
146
To Know a Shakespeare Character
163
Ian Charleson and Richard Eyres Hamlet
170
The Film
183
Shakespeares Last Tragedy
195
Staging The Comedy of Errors
320
Jay L Halio
332
Contributors
333
Index to Works by or Attributed to William Shakespeare
336
General Index
338
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