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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.Fool: Prithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small spark, all the rest on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. EDGAR: This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth. S. Withold footed thrice the old; He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold; Bid her alight, And her troth plight, And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee! Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. KENT: How fares your grace? |