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616 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1595








August 1485 – April 1509. Reign of Henry VII, House of Tudor. Great-great-great-grandson of Edward III.
1455 – First Battle of St. Albans, ostensible beginning of the Wars of the Roses
March 1461 – Henry VI loses the throne to Edward IV
March 1461 – October 1470. Edward IV (York) King of England
October 1470 – April 1471, Henry VI (Lancaster) regains the throne.
April 1471 – April 1483. Edward IV (York) again king of England – his second reighn.
April 1483 – June 1483. Edward V (York) king of England; son of Edward IV.
Richard III (1483-1485) Reign begins June 1483. House of York.
22 August 1485 - Battle of Bosworth Field: the last significant battle of the Wars of the Roses, the civil war between the Houses of Lancaster and York. Richard III, the last Plantagenet king was killed, succeeded by Henry VII.
1487 – Ostensible end of the Wars of the Roses.
For God’s sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings
Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed; for every one thinks himself himself so abundantly provided with it, that those even who are the most difficult to satisfy in everything else, do not usually desire a larger measure of this quality than they already possess.(You know who you are, hahahahaha!)
The history plays are first of all works of political art. That does not mean that they contain political messages dressed up in period costume and iambic pentameter but that their political meanings are integral to the formal organization of plot, character, and language. And because they are works of theatrical art, their political meanings are also, to a high degree, a matter of collective, active response—something that is produced by the text, the actors, and the playgoers working in concert. Steven Mullaney’s description of the Elizabethan theatre as ‘a new forum within which … collective thinking could take place’I'd argue that this is very similar to the way Thomas Pynchon does political novels. He doesn't tell us what to think (or what we think we need to know in order to “decode” whatever his “message” might be), as if the novel were some kind of rococo allegory or fable (read: propaganda). Rather, he tells us just enough to go away, come back and re-read, and then go away again and figure the world out for ourselves and consequently for the Polis, the Demos, the Commonwealth—a dialogic technology for individual-collective meaning-making: “Look it up,” TRP sez, (in Vineland). “Check it out.”