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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same.Fool: I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are: they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou'lt have me whipped for lying; and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind o' thing than a fool: and yet I would not be thee, nuncle; thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides, and left nothing i' the middle: here comes one o' the parings. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same. KING LEAR: How now, daughter! what makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same. Fool: Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning; now thou art an O without a figure: I am better than thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing. Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue; so your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum, He that keeps nor crust nor crum, Weary of all, shall want some. That's a shealed peascod. |