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Skuespill: Lear, ACT III, SCENE VII. Gloucester's castle.
Third Servant: Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE I. The heath.
EDGAR: Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,
Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here?
My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
Lie would not yield to age.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE I. The heath.
Old Man: O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and
your father's tenant, these fourscore years.