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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.KING LEAR: When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools: this a good block; It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof; And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law, Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. Gentleman: O, here he is: lay hand upon him. Sir, Your most dear daughter-- Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. KING LEAR: No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even The natural fool of fortune. Use me well; You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons; I am cut to the brains. |