|
|
|
Meny:
|
Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover.Captain: Edmund is dead, my lord. Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. ALBANY: That's but a trifle here. You lords and noble friends, know our intent. What comfort to this great decay may come Shall be applied: for us we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power: you, to your rights: With boot, and such addition as your honours Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings. O, see, see! Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. KING LEAR: And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there! |