Athos and Aramis started with delight to find that the king was lying with his clothes on.

The king was lying on his bed, resting on his elbow.

For a fraction of a second, he had the feeling that he, and the king beside him, were lying on the ceilingof the room.

The king was lying face down on a table, his naked body being massaged by a young slave.

The king lies flat on the floor.

"The king lies wounded and near to death."

Lash up the slaves we'll swing into the jungle and pass by this mausoleum; perhaps some great king lies there.

How is it that the king lies dead and his champion lives?

In willow ford, by woody bridge The old kings lie, keels beneath them.

That comes into the coast ten mile south of Aldeburgh at Woodbridge, near where they say the old kings lie.