 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 Seiten
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you -, 'tis fitteft. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave.' Thou art a foul in blils ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 Seiten
...tbefi hot tear-, that break from me ferforce—» And what he fays towards the end of the 4th aQ: — but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do feald like molt. * lead, Lear. I'll tell thee life and death ! I am afham'd, That thou haft power to... | |
 | George Colman - 1777 - 340 Seiten
...mortal ! No. No more of that ! / Ctrd. Speak to me, Sir; who am I ? Lear. r. Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You're a fpirit, I know; when did you die?... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 444 Seiten
...that Lear is a heathen, puts into his mouth the words of one in purgatory : Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. On Cordelia's falling on her knees, and imploring his benediclion, Lear kneels... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 442 Seiten
...that Lear is a heathen, puts into his mouth the words of one in purgatory : Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Dofcald like molten lead. On Cordelia's falling on her knees, and imploring his benediction, Lear kneels... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 632 Seiten
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you ; 'tis firteft. Car. How does my royal lord? How fares your majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a foul in blifs j but I am bound Upon awheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | 1785 - 772 Seiten
...and his p-iin exquihtej You do me wrong to take me out o' th* grave. Thou art a foul in bills; but 1 am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcild like molten lead-- When Cordelia in great affliflion aflcs him, if he knows her, he replies—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 722 Seiten
...him. Pbyf. Madam, do you ; 'tis fitteft. Car. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majefly? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave:— Thou art a foul in blifs; but I am bound Upon a wheel of firs, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 414 Seiten
...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 tear* , Do fcald like molten lead. .. . ... Cor. Sir, do you know me ? • Liar. You are a fpirit,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 Seiten
...all. Scene bctivten Lear and Cordelia, ten/. How does my royal lord ? how fares your Majefty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave. Thou art a foul in blifs ; but I am bound l'pon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Dofcald like molten lead.... | |
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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. 
