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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE III. The French camp near Dover.KENT: Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE IV. The same. A tent. CORDELIA: Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn. A century send forth; Search every acre in the high-grown field, And bring him to our eye. What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense? He that helps him take all my outward worth. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE IV. The same. A tent. Doctor: There is means, madam: Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguish. |