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. The British Essayists: Adventurer - Page 151edited by - 1823Full view - About this book
| Leigh Hunt - 1811 - 510 pages
...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 a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 pages
...fares your majesty? Lear You do me wrong, to take me out c'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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pages
...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... | |
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 pages
...fares your Mnjesty ? [grave; Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th" 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, 1 know ; when did you Cor. Still, still, far wide... | |
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pages
...fares your Majesty? [grave; Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' 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 Cor. Still, still, far wide... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 pages
...your majesty ? Lear. Vou 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? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile.... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pages
...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. •,. Cordelia. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit I know: when did you die ? Cordelia. Still,... | |
| 1833 - 1006 pages
...fares your majesty ? Lsar. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou art a soul In bliss; but 1 am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead, Cor. Bir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you Cor. Still, still far wide... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 pages
...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... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - 328 pages
.../,<»>•. You do me wrong, to take me oat o' the grave : Tbou art a soul in bliss ; but I uu hound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cordelia. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit 1 know : when did you die ? Carddia. Still, still,... | |
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