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Viser kontekstSkuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover.EDMUND: In wisdom I should ask thy name; But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes, What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn: Back do I toss these treasons to thy head; With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart; Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise, This sword of mine shall give them instant way, Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak! Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. ALBANY: Save him, save him! Skuespill: Lear, ACT V, SCENE III. The British camp near Dover. GONERIL: This is practise, Gloucester: By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, But cozen'd and beguiled. |