 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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...How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. grave :—- Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die ? Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Cor. Still,... | |
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