 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 oldal
...wits, at once Hid not concluded all. He wakes, fpeak to him. Cent. Madam, do you, 'tis fitteft. Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' Grave; Thou art a Soul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten Lead. Cor. How... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 oldal
...How fares your Majefty? Lear. You do me wrong to take m; out o'th' Grave; That art a Soul in blifs, but I am bound Upon, a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten Lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me f Lear. You are a Spirit I know, when did ,you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 340 oldal
...Pbyf. Madam, do you- fpeak, 'tis fitteft. Cor. How does my royal Lord ? how fares your 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 of fire, that mine own tears Do feald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 332 oldal
...how fares your Majeftj > Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave; Thousrt a foul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a fpirit I know, when did you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 oldal
...him. Phyf. Madam, do you, 'tis fitteft. Car. How does my royal lord ? how fares your Majefty f Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave , Thou art a fou! in blifs, but 1 am bound Upon a wheel of fire ; that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 478 oldal
...fares your Majefty ? * Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'fh' grave ; Thou art a foul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire ; that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a fpirit, I know ; when did you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 oldal
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you, 'tis fitted. Cor. How does my royal Lord ? how fares your 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 of fire; that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 oldal
...how fares yourMajefty ? 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 of fire; that mine own tears Do fcald like mohen lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear.. You are a fpirit, I know ; when did you die... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 782 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 oldal
...at once, Had not concluded.—Ah ! he wakes; fpeak to him. Phyf. Madam, do you, 'tis fitteft. 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 of fire; that mine own tears Cur. How does my royal lord... | |
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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. 
