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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE I. A heath.Gentleman: Give me your hand: have you no more to say? Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE I. A heath. KENT: Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the king,--in which your pain That way, I'll this,--he that first lights on him Holla the other. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. KING LEAR: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man! |