Shed a Tear, Shakespeare

"This is the blog I will be using to completely destroy and rebuild my views on the Bard as I journey through text after text, play after play, and so on and so forth. Prepare yourself, dear Sir William, for a rebuttle full of crazy sadness, humor, and reflection during the few months I shall be indulging in your fancies. I expect you to shed a tear, Shakespeare."

April 18, 2012 7:30 pm
King Lear and the Fool. “LEAR: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! … You sulfurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my white head!” (3.2.1-6) “FOOL: Oh, nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rainwater out o’ door. Good nuncle, in, ask your daughters blessing.” (3.2.10-12)

King Lear and the Fool.

“LEAR: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! … You sulfurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my white head!” (3.2.1-6)

“FOOL: Oh, nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rainwater out o’ door. Good nuncle, in, ask your daughters blessing.” (3.2.10-12)