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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover. KENT: Made she no verbal question? Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover. Gentleman: 'Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of 'father' Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart: Cried 'Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters! Kent! father! sisters! What, i' the storm? i' the night? Let pity not be believed!' There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd: then away she started To deal with grief alone. |