 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 psl.
...Car. How does my royal lord .' how fares ybur majefty ? Lear' You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave, Thou art a foul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel pf fire ; that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cor. k Sir, do you know me ? Lear. l You are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 336 psl.
...there hot tears, that break from me perforce. And what he fays towards the end of the 4th ad : but 1 am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Pierce every fcnfe about thee ! Old fond eyes, Beweep this caufe again, I'll pluck ye out, And caft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 psl.
...fares your majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave.' Thou art a foul in blils ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own...Lear. You are a fpirit, I know. — When did you die ? Ccr. Still, ftill, far wide ! Pfyf. He's fcarce awake -, let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 psl.
...tbefi hot tear-, that break from me ferforce—» And what he fays towards the end of the 4th aQ: — but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do feald like molt. * lead, Lear. I'll tell thee life and death ! I am afham'd, That thou haft power to... | |
 | George Colman - 1777 - 340 psl.
...treated like a wretched mortal ! No. No more of that ! / Ctrd. Speak to me, Sir; who am I ? Lear. r. Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel...fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You're a fpirit, I know; when did you die? Cord. Still, ftill, far... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 336 psl.
...How does my royal Lord? how fares youc Majefty ? Cord. Speak to me, fir; who arn I ? Lear. You are a foul in blifs : but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, which my own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, de you know me ? Lear. You are a fpirit, I... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 444 psl.
...Shakfpeare, forgetting that Lear is a heathen, puts into his mouth the words of one in purgatory : Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel...fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. On Cordelia's falling on her knees, and imploring his benediclion, Lear kneels to his daughter, not... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 442 psl.
...Shakfpeare, forgetting that Lear is a heathen, puts into his mouth the words of one in purgatory : Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Dofcald like molten lead. On Cordelia's falling on her knees, and imploring his benediction, Lear kneels... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 300 psl.
...that Lear is a heathen, puts into his mouth the words of one in purgatory : Then art a foul in Mir ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. ., On Cordelia's falling on her knees, and imploring his benediction, Lear kneels to his daughtef,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 632 psl.
...Ne fpared they to ftrip her naked «//." Again, Ia7"im»a: " And difpoflefs her ell." STEEVENS. r , Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear, You are a fpirit, I know: When did you d*e ? Cor. Still, ftill, far wide-! Pbyf. He's fcarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have... | |
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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. 
