 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 - Página 377por William Shakespeare - 1824Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him. Doct. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him. Doct. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844
...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him. Phy. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...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... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 420 páginas
...rogues forlorn In short and musty straw ? Alack ! Alack ! ' Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. He wakes: speak to him. Phys....your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out oi the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847
...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him. Doct. sir, a mender of bad soles. Flav. o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 480 páginas
...rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw ? Alack, alack ! 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits, at once, Had not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him....your majesty? Lear. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848
...seem to have been a common one. 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. 1 —He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis...your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1850 - 340 páginas
...nothing that can be compared to it in any other writer. CORDELIA. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know : when did you die ? CORDELIA. Still,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851
...rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack! 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851
...a common one. VOL. VII. 15 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all.i — He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis...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... | |
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