 Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. — Poor fool and knave,...  A History of English Poetry - Page 131by William John Courthope - 1903Full view - About this book
 | Bennett Simon - 1988 - 292 pages
...begins to see Lear's belated, but nevertheless genuine, recognition of the kinship of king and Fool: My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost,...have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. (3.2.67-73) The Fool's reply, and Lear's further acknowledgment of the need to enter the hovel, both... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 176 pages
...even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. LEAR My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy. How...my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, 70 And can make vild things precious. Come, your hovel. — Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 160 pages
...demanding after you, Denied me to come in - return and force Their scanted courtesy. LEAR My wit begins to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? 65 I am cold myself. - Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange That can... | |
 | Joseph M. Knippenberg, Peter Augustine Lawler - 1996 - 340 pages
...cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange And can make vild things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor Fool and knave,...have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. (III.ii.68-73) Once again we see that it is the feelings of Lear's body that teach him what he has... | |
 | James Ogden, Arthur Hawley Scouten - 1997 - 316 pages
...social commentary. In both texts Lear once notices the Fool in a burst of sympathy for him in 3.2. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am...straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange And can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart... | |
 | Marvin Rosenberg - 1998 - 390 pages
...him to be an incipient collapse of his identity proves a gain in awareness and concern for others: My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost,...The art of our necessities is strange That can make wild things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 pages
...cocks! 10322 KingLear There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. 10323 KingLear caverns all alone, Contriving by a kind of senseless wit Not to preclous. 10324 JGng Lear O! that way madness lies; let me shun that. 10325 KingLear 1 have no way,... | |
 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 pages
...has already been given some prominence (2.4.266-73); posed in this setting only the truth will serve. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where...my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange. And can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. (3.2.68-71) . . . [I]t is worth recalling here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 196 pages
...close 65 demanding as I was asking Denied me to come in) return, and force 67 Their scanted courtesy. LEAR My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? 70 I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, And can... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 334 pages
...me to come in — return and force Their scanted courtesy . LEAR My wit begins to turn . (To Fool ) Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? 70 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious . Come, your hovel . —... | |
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