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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.KING LEAR: Death, traitor! nothing could have subdued nature To such a lowness but his unkind daughters. Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot Those pelican daughters. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. EDGAR: Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill: Halloo, halloo, loo, loo! Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. Fool: This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen. |