 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o* Ihe grave : — Thoa art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. C'or. Sir, do you know me? /.ear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die^t... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...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 - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 414
...you ; 'tis fittest. 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. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ' Lear. You are a spirit,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 558
...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... | |
 | Lionel Thomas Berguer - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 636
...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, You... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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 ;.... | |
 | 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 666
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...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 - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...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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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. 
