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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still.KENT: Alack, bare-headed! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest: Repose you there; while I to this hard house-- More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised; Which even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in--return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. KING LEAR: My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. Fool: Singing He that has and a little tiny wit-- With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,-- Must make content with his fortunes fit, For the rain it raineth every day. |