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Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace.
GONERIL: Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
'Alack, why does he so?'

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace.
ALBANY: See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace.
GONERIL: O vain fool!