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Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
GLOUCESTER: Methinks you're better spoken.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
EDGAR: Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
GLOUCESTER: Set me where you stand.