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Viser kontekstSkuespill: 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. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. EDGAR: Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe; Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound. Ten masts at each make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell: Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again. |