 tis fittest. 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 Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.  Journal of Psychological Medicine - Page 6061849Full view - About this book
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...bare-beaded. 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? Cor. Still, still, far... | |
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...perdu !) ; 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? Cor. Still, still, far... | |
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...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 die1? Cor. Still, still, far... | |
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...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 ? Phys. He's scarce awake... | |
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...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 pages
...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 a wheel 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... | |
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...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 know; when did you'die ? Con/. Still, still, far wide ! Phyx. Madam, he's scarce awake ; he'll soon grow more compos'd.... | |
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...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? Cor. Still, still, far... | |
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...humanly expressed. You do me wrong to take me out of 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. Cord. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You arc a spirit, I know: — when did you die? The whole of this... | |
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