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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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. |