 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 pàgines
...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...He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair day^ I am mightily abus'd. — I should even die with pity, To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 pàgines
...musty straw ? Alack, alack ! Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis...He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? — Where am I ? — Fair day-light ? — I am mightily abus'd. — I should even die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...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...know; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phy. He's scarce awake; let him alone a-while. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? — Fair day-light?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 pàgines
...; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? 3 to watch (poor perdu !) ; Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave...He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair day-light ? — I am mightily abus'd. — I should even die with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 pàgines
...upon desperate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus. With this thin helm ? ie bare-beaded. Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave:...He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair day-light ? — I am mightily abus'd. — I should even die with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pàgines
...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...me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die1? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. VOL. XIII. L Lear.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 pàgines
...musty straw ? Alack, alack ! Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis...Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die ? Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair daylight?—... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 pàgines
...his imagination is still distempered, and his pain exquisite ; You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ! but I am bound Upon...of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten !• ad — — — — When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies, You... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 pàgines
...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...When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He 's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair daylight?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 384 pàgines
...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...did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He "s scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair daylight... | |
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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. 
