...royal lord ? How fares jour majesty ? Leer. You Ao me wrong to take me oat e*lhe grave: — Thou -ni a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tear« Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me: Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did...

...CORDELIA. How does my royal lord 1 How fares your majesty t LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound...lead. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are spirit, I know : when did you die 1 CORDELIA. Still, still far wide .' PHYSICIAN. He's scarce awake...

...him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How docs my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave :—...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? Cor. Still, still, far...

...PHYSICIAN. Madam, do you ;. 'tis fittest. CORDELIA. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : —...soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die ? CORDELIA. Still,...

...wrong to take me out o' the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit,...when did you die? CORDELIA. Still, still far wide. PHYSICIAN. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. LEAR. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair daylight...

...wrong to take me out o' the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire. CORDELIA. Sir, do you know me ? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die ? E 5 CORDELIA. Still, still far wide. PHYSICIAN. He 's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. LEAR....

...exclamation on waking is — ' You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou'rt a soul in bliss. Cor, Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You are a spirit I know ; when did you die ? Phy. He's scarce awake ! ' The struggle between reason and insanity is exquisitely drawn. At first...

...— a recollection of the unquiet destiny which drives me in an opposite direction came over me — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, which mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Tuesday. — M. de Klenze called this morning and conducted...

...him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. —...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 ? Cor. Still, still, far...

...CORDELIA. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound...when did you die ? CORDELIA. Still, still far wide ! PHYSICIAN. He's scarce awake . let him alone awhile. LEAR. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair...