...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him. Phys. 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...

...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him. Pfiy. 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...

...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes; speak to him; Phys. 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...

...his imagination is still distempered, and his pain exquisite ; You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ! but I am bound Upon...of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten !• ad — — — — When Cordelia in great affliction asks him if he knows her, he replies, You...

...wonder that thy vtits and life had mt aH ended, Johnson So, in Spenser's Fairy Sfueen, c. viii: fhys. 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...

...! Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all.—He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...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 like molten...

...other, is divinely conceived, and more than humanly expressed. You do me wrong to take me out of the grave: — — Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am...fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me ? Lear. You arc a spirit, I know: — when did you die? The whole of this...

...first awaking from his sleep, is beautifully interesting : — " You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave :— • Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am...of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lend." ******** " f am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I...

...'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. — He wakes ; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal...your majesty? Lear You do me wrong, to take me out c'the grave.— Thou art a soul in bliss , but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears...

...life and wits At once had not concluded all. He wakes ! — Speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you speak, 'tis fittest. 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 ant bound Upon a wheel of fire, tliat mine own tears...