 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 страници
...do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty * Lear. You do me wong, to take me out o'the grave : — Thou art a soul in...! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. To see another thus. — I know not what to say. — I will not swear, these are my hands : — let's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 страници
...speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord 1 How fares your Majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave....in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that miue own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 страници
...COHD. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the . CORD. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know ; when * did you die ? CORD. Still, still,... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 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...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 - 1865 - 416 страници
...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...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 Shakespeare - 1865 - 168 страници
...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...know : when did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! a Phys. He 's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. 1 Poor perdu.'] A perdu was a soldier sent on a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 788 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...know : when did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Doct. He's scarce awake : let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair daylight?—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 страници
...COR. How does my royal lord 1 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...Do scald like molten lead. COR. Sir, do you know me 1 LEAR. You are a spirit, I know : When did you die ? COB. Still, still, far wide ! PHYS. He 's scarce... | |
 | Doris Eveline Faulkner Jones - 1982 - 244 страници
...consummation of his genius, has deep, far-reaching significance. "You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. . . . You are a spirit, I know. When did you die i" This scene — these words — give the key to... | |
 | Kenneth Muir, Stanley Wells - 1982 - 116 страници
...going on here and now in the body: 'she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here'; 'Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound / Upon a...fire, that mine own tears | Do scald like molten lead '. In both, as also in the less vivid image of 'the tempest in my mind', the body is tied to what tortures... | |
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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. 
