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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same.KING LEAR: What, fifty of my followers at a clap! Within a fortnight! Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same. ALBANY: What's the matter, sir? Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE IV. A hall in the same. KING LEAR: I'll tell thee: Life and death! I am ashamed That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus; That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee! The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes, Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out, And cast you, with the waters that you lose, To temper clay. Yea, it is come to this? Let is be so: yet have I left a daughter, Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable: When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever: thou shalt, I warrant thee. |