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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.KING LEAR: Wilt break my heart? Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. KENT: I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. KING LEAR: Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thou'ldst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to't? But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,-- O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that. |