 tis fittest. Cor. 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.  The British Essayists: Adventurer - Page 151edited by - 1823Full view - About this book
 | William C. Carroll - 1996 - 268 pages
...(5.3.320), but it is Gloucester who is physically bound, tormented, and blinded. When Lear feels as if he is "bound / Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears / Do scald like molten lead" (4.7.47-49), his suffering is internalized, the image figurative, though no less powerful or "real."... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1997 - 438 pages
...himself- and regrets it: You do me wrong to take me out o'th' 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. (4.6.38-41) This cosmic image linking hell and heaven, fusing the Christian tradition with classical... | |
 | Nina Auerbach - 1997 - 540 pages
...Ophelia, downstairs [on the radio], while upstairs the fair Ophelia of 1878, now a distraught old woman, 'bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead,' was playing Lear" (Memoics, 335). Today, somebody would give Ellen Terry's long illness a name. She... | |
 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 pages
...Cordelia those blazing lines: 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. (4.7.45) Now 'the gods themselves' throw incense on human sacrifices (5.3.20). He and Cordelia will... | |
 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 pages
...Cordelia those blazing lines: 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 mollen lead. (4.7.45) Now 'the gods themselves' throw incense on human sacrifices (5.3.20). He and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 196 pages
...majesty? LEAR You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound 48 Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. CORDELIA Sir, do you know me? LEAR 50 You are a spirit, I know. Where did you die? CORDELIA 51 Still,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 pages
...fares your majesty? LEAR You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave . Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears 45 Do scald like molten lead . CORDELIA Sir, know me . LEAR You're a spirit, I know. Where did you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 324 pages
...obliged 40 short broken LEAR You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears 47 Do scald like molten lead. CORDELIA Sir, know me. LEAR You're a spirit, I know. Where did you die?... | |
 | Kenneth Gross - 2001 - 304 pages
...His mythic recognitions cannot be disillusioned by his literal ones. Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. . . . You arc a spirit, I know; where did you die? I know not what to say. I will not swear these are... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 pages
...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. CORDELIA. Sir do you know me? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know, when did you die? Where have I been?... | |
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