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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace.KING OF FRANCE: Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. KING LEAR: Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benison. Come, noble Burgundy. Skuespill: Lear, ACT I, SCENE I. King Lear's palace. KING OF FRANCE: Bid farewell to your sisters. |