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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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! Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks. REGAN: O the blest gods! so will you wish on me, When the rash mood is on. Skuespill: Lear, ACT II, SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks. KING LEAR: No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce; but thine Do comfort and not burn. 'Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And in conclusion to oppose the bolt Against my coming in: thou better know'st The offices of nature, bond of childhood, Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude; Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Wherein I thee endow'd. |