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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.GLOUCESTER: Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord, That it doth hate what gets it. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. EDGAR: Poor Tom's a-cold. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. GLOUCESTER: Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer To obey in all your daughters' hard commands: Though their injunction be to bar my doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventured to come seek you out, And bring you where both fire and food is ready. |