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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover.Gentleman: Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen Over her passion; who, most rebel-like, Sought to be king o'er her. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover. KENT: O, then it moved her. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover. Gentleman: Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better way: those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief, Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved, If all could so become it. |