 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 pàgines
...distempered, and his pain exquisite; You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave : Thou art a soul ia bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.— When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pàgines
...fares yoor majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out othe grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tear» Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me .' Lear. You are aipirit, I know ; When... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pàgines
...thin covering of hair. — WARBURTOK and MALOKE. Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die ? . Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pàgines
...wits and life at once had not all ended.—JOHNSON. Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pàgines
...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. Cor. • Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did 700... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 pàgines
...fares jour majesty ? Leer. You Ao me wrong to take me oat e*lhe grave: — Thou -ni a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tear« Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me: Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did... | |
 | 1833 - 1034 pàgines
...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. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know : When did you die?... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1833 - 362 pàgines
...fares your majesty t LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out of 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. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are spirit, I know : when did you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...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. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1837 - 400 pàgines
...How fares your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out of 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. • CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know : when did... | |
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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. 
