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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.GLOUCESTER: Kneeling O you mighty gods! This world I do renounce, and, in your sights, Shake patiently my great affliction off: If I could bear it longer, and not fall To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, My snuff and loathed part of nature should Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him! Now, fellow, fare thee well. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. EDGAR: Gone, sir: farewell. And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treasury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft: had he been where he thought, By this, had thought been past. Alive or dead? Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak! Thus might he pass indeed: yet he revives. What are you, sir? Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. GLOUCESTER: Away, and let me die. |