 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 sidor
...royal lord? How fares 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...scald like molten lead. C'or. Sir, do you know me? /.ear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die^t Cor. Still, still, tar wide! Phys. He's scarce... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 sidor
...my royal lord? How fares your majesty ? - • .» .- . Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'»he grave : — •: «• . . .^- • ^ Thou art a soul...Phys. He's scarce awake ;• let him alone awhile. ' h- « Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair day-light? — t>..» I am mightily abus'd.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 sidor
...Alack, alack ! Had not concluded all.—He wakes ; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave.--...that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ' Lear. You are a spirit, I know. ? When did you die... | |
 | Lionel Thomas Berguer - 1823 - 636 sidor
...his imagination is still 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...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies, You are a spirit, I know ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sidor
...He. wakes ; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How doe.« my royal lord ? flow fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take...like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. Yon are a spirit, I know ; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sidor
...Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take roe out o'tbe grave :— Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound...scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? l.iar. You are a spirit, I know ; When did jroa die? Car. Still, still, tar wide ! Phys. He's scarce... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 sidor
...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...tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know rne ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you ;. : Cor. Still, still, far wide! [die ? Phys. He's... | |
 | 1824 - 666 sidor
...roused before the operation of the opiate had been exhausted: You do me wrong to take me out o' the Thou art a soul in bliss : but I am bound Upon a wheel...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. grave. Cordelia inquires, " Sir, do you know me?" Lear replies, " You are a spirit, I know. When did... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 572 sidor
...musty straw ? Alack, alack ! Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all9. — He wakes ; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis...He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have^I been? — -Where am I? — Fair daylight?— I am mightily abus'd 10. — I should even die... | |
 | George Farren - 1826 - 128 sidor
...roused before the operation of the opiate had been exhausted :-— 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 inquires, " Sir, do you know me?" Lear replies, " You are a spirit, I know ; When did you... | |
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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. 
