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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover.EDGAR: By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale; And when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst! The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near,--O, our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly die Rather than die at once!--taught me to shift Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost: became his guide, Led him, begg'd for him, saved him from despair; Never,--O fault!--reveal'd myself unto him, Until some half-hour past, when I was arm'd: Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart, Alack, too weak the conflict to support! 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly. Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. EDMUND: This speech of yours hath moved me, And shall perchance do good: but speak you on; You look as you had something more to say. Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. ALBANY: If there be more, more woeful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this. |