 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 - 194 psl.autoriai: James Ferguson - 1819Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 psl.
...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 Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 psl.
...? 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 Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 psl.
...? 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 Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 psl.
...; 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 Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 psl.
...? 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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 328 psl.
...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...sensibility beginning to return, she kneels to him, arid begs his benediction. I hope I have no readers that can peruse his answer without tears : ; '... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 psl.
...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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