"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you."
— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by Luke Hansard ... for Lackington, Allen, & Co. [etc.]
Date
1800
Metaphor
"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you."
Metaphor in Context
LAZARRA
No, you may not. Because you tauntingly pronounce my sight so hateful, that the blast of death wou'd be more welcome, I'll henceforth provide, that if you ever let the light of Heaven visit your eyes, you shall behold Lazarra. I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you.--Now follow me, proud dame! Do you rebel?--Move, or my guards shall drag you--Hah! 'tis well! I will not quit you. Tho' my passing shadow, where it fell on you, blister'd your fair flesh, I will not bait one atom of your penance.
No, you may not. Because you tauntingly pronounce my sight so hateful, that the blast of death wou'd be more welcome, I'll henceforth provide, that if you ever let the light of Heaven visit your eyes, you shall behold Lazarra. I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you.--Now follow me, proud dame! Do you rebel?--Move, or my guards shall drag you--Hah! 'tis well! I will not quit you. Tho' my passing shadow, where it fell on you, blister'd your fair flesh, I will not bait one atom of your penance.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "eye" and "mind" in HDIS (Drama)
Theme
Mind's Eye
Date of Entry
04/24/2006
