 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 414 sider
...fares your Majefty? .. Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave } Thou art a foul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tear* , Do fcald like molten lead. .. . ... Cor. Sir, do you know me ? • Liar. You are a fpirit,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 sider
...? How fares your majefty ? Lear. You dome wrong to takemeouto'thegravc: Thou art a foul in blif's ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. '" Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a fpirit,! know: When did you die?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 sider
...your majefty ? Lear. You do me- wrong, to take me out o' the grave : — Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a fpirit, I know ; When did you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 sider
...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...know; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phy. He's scarce awake; let him alone a-while. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? — Fair day-light?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 sider
...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...me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die1? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. VOL. XIII. L Lear.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 sider
...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...Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die ? Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? — Fair daylight?—... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 sider
...You do me wrong, to take me out o' th Thou art a soul in bliss ; but 1 am bound Upon a wheel ot lire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? [die? Lear. You are a spirit, I know : Whçn did you Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 sider
...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...of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten !• ad — — — — When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies, You... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 328 sider
...and his pain exquisite ; You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ! Inn 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 are a spirit, I know... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 sider
...Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'th' grave. Cord. Speak to me, sir ; who am I ? Lear. You are a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, which my own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I... | |
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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. 
