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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. CORDELIA: I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. KING LEAR: Better thou Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better. |