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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still.KING LEAR: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul! Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. Fool: He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece. The cod-piece that will house Before the head has any, The head and he shall louse; So beggars marry many. The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make Shall of a corn cry woe, And turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. KING LEAR: No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. |