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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE IV. The same. A tent. CORDELIA: All blest secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him; Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it. |