 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 pàgines
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you -, 'tis fitteft. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave.' Thou art a foul in blils ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 632 pàgines
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you ; 'tis firteft. Car. How does my royal lord? How fares your majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a foul in blifs j but I am bound Upon awheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 722 pàgines
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you ; 'tis fitteft. Car. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majefly? 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 firs, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pàgines
...all. Scene bctivten Lear and Cordelia, ten/. How does my royal lord ? how fares your Majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave. Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound l'pon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Dofcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 pàgines
...him. Phys. Madam, do you; '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. Cor. Sir, do you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 pàgines
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you ; 'tis fitteft. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...him. Pfiy. Madam, do you; '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. Cor. Sir, do you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pàgines
...him; Phys. Madam, do you; '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. Cor. Sir, do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 pàgines
...viii: fhys. Madam, do you ; '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. Cor. Sir, do... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1811 - 510 pàgines
...daughter. The behaviour of Lear, on first awaking from his sleep, is beautifully interesting : — " 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 lend." ******** " f am... | |
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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. 
