...nature's moulds, all germens spill' at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. O, nuncle, court holy-water' in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...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,...

...nature's moulds, all gennens spill9 at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. 0, nuncle, court holy-water' in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...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,...

...moulds, all germens spill at once, Th.it make ingralcful man ! Fool. O nuiíclc, court holy-water8 in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with urikindncss, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;' why then,...

...and, in order to justify his resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure...

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...daughter's blessing ! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit fire ! spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; 1 The quartos read : " That when we have found the King, I'le this way, you that ; he that first...

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...daughter's blessing ! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit fire ! spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; % 1 The quartos read : " That when we have found the King, lie this way, you that ; he that first...

...here 's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; 3 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 daughters' blessing : here 's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...