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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE I. The heath.GLOUCESTER: He has some reason, else he could not beg. I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Which made me think a man a worm: my son Came then into my mind; and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard more since. As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE I. The heath. EDGAR: Aside How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Angering itself and others.--Bless thee, master! Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE I. The heath. GLOUCESTER: Is that the naked fellow? |