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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. "
The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and Juliet - Page 98
by William Shakespeare - 1800
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., Volume 8

William Shakespeare - 1823
...do me wrong, to take me out o'»he 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...
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The British Essayists: Adventurer

James Ferguson - 1823
...distempered, and his pain exquisite; You do me wrong to take me out o'lh' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss! bat I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies, You...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index ...

William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 385 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. Cor. Sir, do you know rne ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you ;....
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The London Magazine, Volume 10

1824
...of the opiate had been exhausted: You do me wrong to take me out o' the Thou art a soul in bliss : Oo v * { ؙ* a ݷ)K x̢{ hԲ j ip~ T 8 scald like molten lead. grave. Cordelia inquires, " Sir, do you know me?" Lear replies, " You are a...
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The Plays, Volume 9

William Shakespeare - 1824
...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. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from ..., Volume 2

William Shakespeare - 1824
...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. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. Yon are a spirit, I know ; When did you die?...
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Observations on the importance in purchases of land and in mercantile ...

George Farren (resident director of the Asylum life office.) - 1826 - 80 pages
...opiate had been exhausted :— 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 inquires, " Sir, do you know me?" Lear replies, " You are a spirit,...
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Observations on the Importance in Purchases of Land, and in Mercantile ...

George Farren - 1826 - 102 pages
...had been exhausted :-— 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 inquires, " Sir, do you know me?" Lear replies, " You are a spirit,...
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The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General ...

William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 345 pages
.....,..,..:, Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave: • Thou art a soul in bliss; but [ 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...
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Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and Genius

Nathan Drake - 1828 - 494 pages
...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 a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.— When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies,...
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