 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 psl.
...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...know; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phy. He's scarce awake; let him alone a-while. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? Fair day-light?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 psl.
...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...me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die1? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. VOL. XIII. L Lear.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 psl.
...terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning ? to watch (poor perdu !) With this thin helm i Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have...Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die ? Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair daylight?... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 psl.
...his imagination is still distempered, 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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 psl.
...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...When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He 's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair daylight?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 384 psl.
...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...did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He "s scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair daylight... | |
 | 1811 - 530 psl.
...other, is divinely conceived, and more than humanly expressed. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 psl.
...Cor. How does my royal lord ? 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...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1811 - 510 psl.
...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...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 psl.
...fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How 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...know ; When did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! J'/njs: He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been i Where am I t Fair... | |
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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. 
