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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks.KING LEAR: Rising Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like, upon the very heart: All the stored vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness! Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks. CORNWALL: Fie, sir, fie! Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks. KING LEAR: You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! |