 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pàgines
...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. •,. Cordelia. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit I know: when did... | |
 | 1833 - 1006 pàgines
...fares your majesty ? Lsar. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou art a soul In bliss; but 1 am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead, Cor. Bir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you Cor.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 pàgines
...fares your majesty ! I mar. 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 --<-.:! M like molten lead. Cordelia. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit 1 I now : when did... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 pàgines
...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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 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 tean Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 512 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 pàgines
...your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o* Ihe grave : — Thoa art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. C'or. Sir, do you know me? /.ear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die^t... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 510 pàgines
...: — 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 ? CoR. Still, still, far wide ! PHYS. He's scarce awake ; let him... | |
 | Lionel Thomas Berguer - 1823 - 636 pàgines
...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 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, You... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 pàgines
...you ; 'tis fittest. 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. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ' Lear. You are a spirit,... | |
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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. 
