 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 288 страници
...grave: — Thou art a soul in hliss ; hut I am hound Upou a wheel of fire, that mine own teass [lo scald like molten lead. , Cor. Sir, do. you know me...still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him aloue awhile. Lear. Where have 1 heen? Where am I ; — To see another thns. — I know not what to... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 страници
...How does my royal Lord ? how fares your Majesty? [grave; Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel...me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you Cor. Still, still, far wide [die ? Phys. He's scarce awake, let him alone awhile. Lcur. Where have... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 страници
...does my royal Lord ? h ow fares your Mnjesty ? [grave; Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th" Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel...Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, 1 know ; when did you Cor. Still, still, far wide [die? Phys. He's scarce awake, let him alone awhile.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 страници
...Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest. s Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty ? Lear. Vou do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave : — Thou...scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been?... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 страници
...Cor. How does my royal lord ? 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...are a spirit, I know ; when did you die ? — Cor. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me : — No, sir, you must not kneel.... | |
 | 1833 - 1006 страници
...JLcar You do me wrong, to tal»c me out o' the grave : — Tliou art a soul in bliss; but Inmlound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald...? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you die ? * li>: Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 страници
...Cordelia. 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...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 you die ? Cordelia. Still,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 страници
...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 day-light... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 страници
...Cordelia. How does my royal lord ? How 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 - 1819 - 646 страници
...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...far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhik Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I r— Fair day-light ? — [ am mightily abus'd. — I should... | |
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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. 
