Final Exam Review

Schiller

Schiller

Who wrote “The Robbers”?

Wordsworth

Who wrote “The Borderers”?

Morton

Who wrote “The Slave”?

Chanlatte

Who Wrote “Nehri: Chief of the Haitians”?

Rémusat

Who wrote “The Saint Domingue Plantation” aka “The Insurrection”?

Coleridge

Who wrote “Remorse”?

Baillie

Who wrote “Orra”?

Shelley

Who wrote “The Cenci”?

Byron

Who wrote “Sardanapalus”?

The Robbers

What play matches these themes?

• Primogeniture and l’ancien regime

• The uselessness of aristocracy

• Testing the limits of the Enlightenment ideals of individualism/independence

The Borderers

What play matches these themes?

• Morality

• Testing the limits of the Enlightenment ideals of individualism/independence

• People who do terrible things often do so for good, passion carries you away good ideas seduce and mislead you

Nehri

What play matches these themes?

• Declaration of Independence

• Black people are equal to Europeans

• Haiti is equal to Europe

• Haiti as an independent nation

• Freedom

• Revolution

• Hypocrisy of the Enlightenment/French Revolution

Saint-Domingue Plantation

What play matches these themes?

• Freedom

• Revolution

• Hypocrisy of the French Revolution

• Revenge!

Remorse

What play matches these themes?

• Morescos stand for the past that has been lost; Coleridge acknowledges that Moors had everything violently taken away

• Pride

  • Nature and Healing

Orra

What play matches these themes?

• Sympathy vs. Empathy

• Irrational Fear

• Superstition 

• Horror Movies

• Patriarchy is bad, even with nice guys involved

• Lack of individual power for women under the patriarchy

• Bodily control of women under patriarchy

The Cenci

What play matches these themes?

• Patriarchy

• Church and state (religious patriarchy)

• Bodily control of women under patriarchy

• extreme patriarchy

• injustice

• corruption

Sardanapalus

What play matches these themes?

• East vs West

• Male vs female

• Peace vs war

• indulgence

• beauty/the value of the aesthetic

The Robbers

There it is then, the witchcraft that they veil in clouds of holy incense to abuse our fearful natures. Am I too to let myself be led along by it, like a little boy? Very well, then! courage, and to work! I will crush everything that stands in the way of my becoming master. And master I must be, to force my way to goals that I shall never gain through kindness. [Exit.]

The Robbers

See, the scales have fallen from my eyes! What a fool I was, to seek to return to the cage! …I have no father now, I have no love now, and blood and death shall teach me to forget that ever I held anything dear! …Gather round me every one, and swear loyalty and obedience till death!

The Robbers

your money, scum! he cried, in a voice like thunder – he lay like a bullock under the axe – and are you the villain who makes a whore of justice? … I have done my part! …plundering is your business.

The Robbers

How this deed bows my head! It has poisoned my finest works – see the boy standing there, flushed with disgrace and mocked before the eyes of Heaven, he who ventured to play with Jove’s thunderbolt, and hurled down pygmies when his task was to shatter titans…

The Robbers

Leave him alone! Let no one dare to touch him! [To the PRIEST, drawing his sword] Look, father! here stand seventy-nine men, whose captain I am, and none of them will fly at a command, or dance to the music of your cannons; and out there stand seventeen hundred who have grown grey beneath their muskets – but hear me! thus says Moor, captain of murderers and incendiaries.

The Robbers

Ah! how good, how good – now I can breathe – I felt I was strong as a fiery steed, fierce as the tigress pursuing the triumphant robber of her cubs – A convent, he said! Thanks, for this happy discovery! Now love betrayed has found its resting-place – a convent – the Redeemer’s cross is the resting-place for love betrayed.

The Borderers

In darkness and tempest we seek / the majesty of the almighty…

The Borderers

Murder! What, of whom? Of whom — or what? We kill a toad, a newt…

The Borderers

The name of the daughter in his mouth, he prays! … If he were innocent, then he would tremble, and be disturbed, as I am…

The Borderers

The very looks of Matilda sent there… by the living God, I could not do it

The Borderers

You have obeyed the only law that wisdom can ever recognise… I will be your friend, will cleave to you…

The Borderers

I am the murderer of they father… three words have such a power!…There doth not lie… a deed that I can shrink from.

The Borderers

No prayers, no tears, but hear my doom in silecne! I will go forth a wanderer on this earth, a shadowy thing… till heaven in mercy strike me with blank forgetfullness — that I may die

The Slave

Ah! Still waiting for the ingrate who has abandoned thee… Thy child! ungrateful woman… place heaven before me, and bid me not adore!

The Slave

What shriek is that? My most hated rival in rebels power.. now I’m revenged! … No, he battles on his side! he preserved him!

The Slave

proud Briton, thou shalt feel, and own my powe

The Slave

the swoard achieved much, but clemency more

The Slave

Free! A man! Let me control this strong emotion… Generous Briton! Prophetic be my tongue!… write but on my tomb, that Gambia died free!

The Slave

Has it not bestowed on me the god-like power of restoring a virtuous man to happiness?…Farewell! the debt of gratitude is fully paid

The Slave

if we are not brothers, let the white man blush…

Remorse

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews of true repentence, but if proud and gloomy, it is a poison-tree

Remorse

At once I knew a moorish maid…and play’d the self-same tune he used to plat, and listened to the shadow herself had made

Remorse

They cast me, then a young and nursing mother, into a dungeon of their prison-house…by the lamp to see my infant quarreling with the coarse hard bread… its noises and peevish cries so fretted on my brain

Remorse

Kneelign I pray’d.., that REMORSE might fasten on their hearts, and cling with poisonous tooth, inextricable as the gor’d lions bite!

Remorse

Yon insect on the wall… were it a toy of mere mechanical craft, it were an infinitely curious thing! But it has life, Ordonio, life!

Remorse

But I had heard his last: my husbands death-groan! I look’d far down the pit… My eye-balls burnt, my brain grew hot with fire! … And he hath not had vengeance! Isidore! the murderer lives!

Remorse

Grant it, that this hand Had given a morsel to the worms somewhat too early…

Orra

This poor and good-for-nothing, helpless being, woman yclept, I must consign myself with all my lands and rights into the hands of some proud man…

Orra

his harness doff; all feuds, all strife forebear, all military rivalship, all lust… prone to vengeful feud, the very distant sound of war excites us…

Orra

I chuse to be alone

The Cenci

That if she ever have a child, and thou… May it be a hideous likeness of herself, that as from a distorted mirror, she ma see her image mixed with what she most abhors…

The Cenci

How comes this hair undone? Its wandering strings must be what blind me so…the pavement sinks under my feet!…A clinging, black, contaminating mist… No, I am dead!… She is the madhouse nurse…

The Cenci

The pope is not to be moved or bent… which tortures and whcih kills… a right, a law, a custom: not a man.

The Cenci

Here, mother tie up my girdle for me…

The Cenci

What, althouhg tyranny and impious hate stand sheltered by a fathers hoary hair? … What if we, the desolate and the dead, were his own flesh…I have borne much, and kissed the sacred hand…and lifted up to god, the father of all….

The Cenci

Thou painted viper! Beast that thou are! Fair and yet terrible!

The Cenci

children are disobedient, they sting their fathers hearts to madness and despair…in the great war between the old and the young… will keep at least blameless neutrality.

The Cenci

We dare not kill an old and sleeping man… I knew it was the ghost of my dead father speaking through his lips…

The Cenci

who dares talk of guilt? My lord, I am more innocent of parricide than a child born fatherless…

The Cenci

No mother, we must die: such is the reward of innocent lives; such the alleviation of worst wrongs.

Sardanapalus

Peace, factious priest, and faithless soldier! thou unist in thy own person the worst vices of the most dangerous of mankind

Sardanapalus

the grandson of semiramis, the man-queen.— He comes!

Sardanapalus

There was a certain Bacchus, was there not?…but here in this goblet is his title to immortality — … and gave to gladden that of man, as some atonement for the victorious mischiefs he had done

Sardanapalus

No: like the dam of the young lion, femininely raging… her floating hair and flashing eyes, the soldiers, In the pursuit

Sardanapalus

my life is love, if I must shed blood, it shall be by force

Sardanapalus

Rather let them be borne abroad upon the winds of heaven, and sactter’d into air…

Sardanapalus

And then a mount of ashes, but a light to lesson ages, rebel nations, and voluptuous princes… a problem few dare to imitate, and non despise — but, it may be, avoid the life which led to such a consummation

The Insurrection

Ah, what a gentleman papa! Compared to his kind, we’re mere children… mere amateurs… You don’t want to believe that depotism is grasping its last… in both worlds papa…

The Insurrection

No punishment can be too severe to put down revolt. Its a crime Celestine. High treason against society… There’s no comparison!… and our property besides…

The Insurrection

But feelings, my friends!… Emotions!… The noble cry of nature…

The Insurrection

In time, my friends… after centuries of abuse, reform must come slowly… you will remain patient, and prudent, and devoted to your masters…

The Insurrection

Insurrection? A rebellion, you mean! No… “Insurrecion,” I think…

The Insurrection

Do you want to spend the rest of your lives in the mountains? hunted down like wild beasts?… What enemies? By God! Your masters, thats who!

The Insurrection

I am their leader. But what kind of leader? A leader who has no idea what to do, where to begin…

The Robbers

Karl, Franz, Old Moor, Amalia, Daniel, Spiegelberg, Roller, Kosinsky, robbers, soldiers, priest

The Borderers

Rivers, Mortimer, Matilda, Clifford, Herbert, Robert, Beggar woman

The Slave

Gambia, Clifton, Zelinda, The Governor, Lindenberg, Slaves

Nehri

Nehri, Generals, Amabssador, French, Soldiers

The Insurrection

Leon, De Tendale, The Cure, Celestine, Valombre, Timur/Touko, Helene/Badia, Slaves

Remorse

Ordonio, Alvar, Teresa, Isidore, Alhadra, Marquis Valdez, Zulimez, Inquisition members, Moors

Orra

Orra, Hughobert, Theobald, Rudigere, Glottenbal, Hartman, Band of outlaws, Franko, Cathrina, Alice

The Cenci

Beatrice, Lucretia, Giacomo, Olimpio, Marzio, Pope, Cardinal Camillo, Orsino, Bernardo

Sardanapalus

Sardanapalus, Myhrra, Salemenes, Arbaces, Beleses, Zarina, Women, Soldiers, Guards