 | William F. Zak - 1984 - 220 pages
...out of Lear's mouth upon awakening to see Cordelia would be: You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave: Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. (4.7.44—47; emphasis mine) Even if we allow for a certain distracted irrationality in Lear's speech,... | |
 | Noel Cobb - 1984 - 232 pages
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 | Anthony Thwaite - 1984 - 312 pages
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 | Robert Pack - 1985 - 280 pages
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 | John Wain - 1986 - 474 pages
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How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. 
