 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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...Upon a wheel of fire. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die ? CORDELIA. Still, still far wide. PHYSICIAN. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?— I am mightily abused. — I should even die with pity,... | |
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