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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE II. Before Gloucester's castle.KENT: That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebel; Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks With every gale and vary of their masters, Knowing nought, like dogs, but following. A plague upon your epileptic visage! Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool? Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, I'ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot. Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE II. Before Gloucester's castle. CORNWALL: Why, art thou mad, old fellow? Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE II. Before Gloucester's castle. GLOUCESTER: How fell you out? say that. |