 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 pages
...does my royal lordl How fare» 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...Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me Î Leur. You are a spirit, I know ; When did Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He's scarce awake... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - Readers - 1833 - 424 pages
...Tis wonder, that thy life and wits, at once, Had not concluded.—Ah ! he wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave; Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bourid Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten... | |
 | James Montgomery - English literature - 1833 - 488 pages
...not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him. PHYSICIAN. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. CORDELIA. 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. CORDELIA. Sir, do you... | |
 | England - 1833 - 1032 pages
...once Had tint concluded ¡ill—He irakés; speak to him. Pliyt. Madam, ilo you ; 41» fittest. Car. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear You do me wrong, to take roc out o' the prnve :— Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am Ъоо»4 Upon a wheel of fire, that... | |
 | James Montgomery - Literature - 1833 - 348 pages
...does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? I.BAH. 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. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know; when did you die? CORDELIA. Still,... | |
 | James Montgomery - Literature - 1833 - 368 pages
...enemy's dog, PHYSICIAN. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. CORDELIA. How does my royal lord ? How faree 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. CORDELIA. Sir, do you... | |
 | Scotland - 1833 - 1034 pages
...wakes; speak to Inim. P/qjs. Madam, do you; ‘tis fittest. fJor. Flow does my royal lord? How fames your majesty? Lear You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave :— Thou art ¿t soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - Art - 1834 - 312 pages
...children—a recollection of the unquiet destiny which drives me in an opposite direction came over me— Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, which mine own tears Bo scald like molten lead. Tuesday.—M. de Klenze called this morning and conducted... | |
 | Nathan Drake - English literature - 1838 - 744 pages
...reminiscence, is, beyond any other effort of human composition, simple and affecting :— " Cor. How docs my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out of the grave : ' &c. Act. ¡T. se. 7. 27. CYMBELINE: 1605. This play, if not, in the construction of... | |
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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' th' grave ; 45 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... 
