 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 pages
...endless punishment, in which the tears he had tried to suppress have become instruments of torture: "I am bound / Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears / Do scald like molten lead" (4.7.4648). At first her presence seems a faint continuation of that dream:... | |
 | Bennett Simon - 1988 - 292 pages
...dangerous and destructive liquid. 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. (4.7.45-48). He associates tears, especially his own, to poison as he explicitly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 160 pages
...How fares your majesty? LEAR You do me wrong to take me out a'th'grave. 45 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, know me. LEAR Y'are a spirit, I know. Where did you die? CORDELIA... | |
 | Murray Cox, Alice Theilgaard - 1994 - 482 pages
...Your Majesty? KING: (As 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 Do scald like molten lead. (Oh, it's so true!)' repeatedly evident when Shakespeare [Came] to Broadmoor... | |
 | Mark Jay Mirsky - 1994 - 182 pages
...His terror, but also his dream of mastery, extends to that other world, the hellish universe: "... I am bound / Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears / Do scal'd, like molten Lead" (FF.4.7: 2795-97). In the last moment, he summons superhuman prodigious strength,... | |
 | 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).... | |
 | Ken McGoogan, Kenneth McGoogan - 1999 - 282 pages
...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... | |
 | 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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 pages
...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... | |
 | Kenneth Gross - 2001 - 304 pages
...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.... | |
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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. 
