1:52:04
A proclaim'd prize!
Most happy!
1:52:07
That eyeless head of thine
was first fram'd flesh
to raise my fortune.
1:52:12
Come not near the old man.
Let go his arm.
1:52:15
I'll not let go!
Out, dunghill!
1:52:18
Thou old unhappy traitor,
briefly thyself remember.
1:53:01
How does my royal lord?
1:53:05
How fares
your Majesty?
1:53:18
You do me wrong
to take me
out o' th' grave.
1:53:26
Thou art a soul
in bliss;
1:53:30
but I am bound
upon a wheel of fire,
1:53:36
that mine own tears
do scald like molten lead.
1:53:42
Sir,
1:53:44
do you know me?
1:53:47
You are a spirit,
I know.
1:53:51
When did you die?
1:53:54
Still far wide.
1:53:55
He's scarce awake;
let him alone awhile.