 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 страници
...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 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 Cor.... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 страници
...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 of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like, molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, 1 know ; when did you Cor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 страници
...fares your majesty ? Lear. Vou 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? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave. Tn on art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own teari Do icald like molten lead. Card. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; when... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 страници
...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 страници
...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 Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 страници
...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 Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 страници
...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
...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 - 588 страници
...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... | |
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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. 
