 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 str.
...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...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. * Dressed. t Formed. * Changed by his children. § Forlorn hope, enfant perdu. | Covering. Cor. Sir,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 526 str.
...Cor. How does my Royal Lord ? How fares 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 seald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know. When did you die?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 382 str.
...Cor. How does my royal lord 1 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...did you die ? Cor. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. He 's scarce awake ; let Tiim alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been 1 Where am I ? — Fair daylight... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 str.
...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...know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did youdie? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Pliys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 str.
...do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty * Lear. You do me wong, to take me out o'the grave : — Thou art a soul in...! Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. To see another thus. — I know not what to say. — I will not swear, these are my hands : — let's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 str.
...speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord 1 How fares your Majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave....in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that miue own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit, I know... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...COHD. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the . CORD. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know ; when * did you die ? CORD. Still, still,... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 str.
...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...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 - 1865 - 416 str.
...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...when did you die! Cor. Still, still far wide! Phys. He 's scarce awake : let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? — Fair day light?... | |
 | Doris Eveline Faulkner Jones - 1982 - 244 str.
...consummation of his genius, has deep, far-reaching significance. "You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. . . . You are a spirit, I know. When did you die i" This scene — these words — give the key to... | |
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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. 
