...here's a night pities neither wise men nor foolsLear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;4 why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...

...a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...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, weak, and despis'd...

...the severity of the tempest and of his daughters: Rumble thy belly full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I...call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised...

...wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! spit fire! spout raia ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with...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, weak, and despis'd...

...elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration of his own miseries,...

...elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration of his own miseries,...

...elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration of his own miseries,...

...spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! * , * * # * Rumble thy beflyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription§; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your,slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

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

...elements, with unkindness, . never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, Vou owe me no subscription ;9 why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man : — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters...