 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 Seiten
...builds in him a less naturalistic theology. At the end, he can speak to Cordelia those blazing lines: You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: Thou...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... | |
 | Leonard Shengold - 2000 - 342 Seiten
...loving daughter, Cordelia, whom he does not recognize, with the envy of the unloved, abandoned child: You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave; Thou...in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that my own tears Do sear like molten lead Here is Lear burning with envy and rage, longing and sadness.... | |
 | Ken McGoogan, Kenneth McGoogan - 1999 - 282 Seiten
...price." Together, they dissolved in laughter. I retreated to my room as Behroze brought me Shakespeare: "Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound / Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears/Do scald like molten lead." With that, my own tears came: Colette! Oh, Colette! I endure this... | |
 | Philip R. Hardie - 1999 - 412 Seiten
...preternaturally quiet, still and serene. The words that immediately sound in his mind are from King Lear. "Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound / Upon a wheel of fire". That scene, of Lear's awakening, it is commonly observed, foreshadows elements in Shakespeare's late romances,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 196 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 Seiten
...(to Lear) How does my royal lord? How 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 Seiten
...white hair) 38 Against beside; fain 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?... | |
 | Daniel Fischlin, Mark Fortier - 2000 - 330 Seiten
...still like a wretched Mortal, no, No more of That. CORDELIA Speak to me, Sir, who am I? LEAR You are a Soul in Bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of Fire, which my own Tears Do scald like Molten Lead. CORDELIA Sir, do you know me? LEAR You are a Spirit,... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 Seiten
...face To be expos'd against the warring winds How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: Thou...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... | |
 | Kenneth Gross - 2001 - 304 Seiten
...Lear's utterances has disappeared. 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... | |
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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. 
