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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.KENT: Good my lord, enter here. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. KING LEAR: Prithee, go in thyself: seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in. In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty,-- Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. EDGAR: Within Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! |