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Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
OSWALD: A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out
That must destroy thee.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
GLOUCESTER: Now let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't.

Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
OSWALD: Wherefore, bold peasant,
Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.