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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace.OSWALD: Madam, here comes my lord. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace. GONERIL: I have been worth the whistle. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace. ALBANY: O Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. I fear your disposition: That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use. |