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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.GLOUCESTER: The king is mad: how stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract: So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, And woes by wrong imaginations lose The knowledge of themselves. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VI. Fields near Dover. EDGAR: Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum: Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Skuespill: Lear, ACT IV, SCENE VII. A tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed asleep, soft music playing; Gentleman, and others attending. CORDELIA: O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work, To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me. |