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...'sa nigbt pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain I wonders its. To-day called you children ; You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here...

...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water3 in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkiridness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;4 why then,...

...resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy bellyfall, spit fire, spent rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters....you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here...

...depth and fury of his despair, complains to the warring elements of the ingratitude of his daughters. Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription : then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,...

...here 'sa night pities neither wise nor fools. LEAR. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain I Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,...

...o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germins* spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing ;...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...

...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's Messing : here 's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here...

...'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain 1 Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,...

...in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, * — who THAT fellow...