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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace.BURGUNDY: Pardon me, royal sir; Election makes not up on such conditions. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. KING LEAR: Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me, I tell you all her wealth. For you, great king, I would not from your love make such a stray, To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you To avert your liking a more worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed Almost to acknowledge hers. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. KING OF FRANCE: This is most strange, That she, that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence Must be of such unnatural degree, That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her, Must be a faith that reason without miracle Could never plant in me. |