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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.KING LEAR: Let me ask you one word in private. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. KENT: Importune him once more to go, my lord; His wits begin to unsettle. Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel. GLOUCESTER: Canst thou blame him? His daughters seek his death: ah, that good Kent! He said it would be thus, poor banish'd man! Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, friend, I am almost mad myself: I had a son, Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life, But lately, very late: I loved him, friend; No father his son dearer: truth to tell thee, The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this! I do beseech your grace,-- |