 | 1824 - 666 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 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 me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 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 ;.... | |
 | George Farren - 1826 - 128 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,... | |
 | George Farren (resident director of the Asylum life office.) - 1826 - 126 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 522 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,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 pages
...distempered, and his pain exquisite; You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave : Thou art a soul ia 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pages
...fares yoor majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out othe grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tear» Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me .' Lear. You are aipirit, I know ; When... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pages
...thin covering of hair. — WARBURTOK and MALOKE. 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 wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him... | |
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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. 
