...pathetic comparison betwixt 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 tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription....

...pathetic comparison betwixt 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 tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription....

...pathetic comparison betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters : Humble thy belly full ! spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no subscription....

...his daughters : ^ Lear. Rumble thy bellyful, spit fire, spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters. I tax not 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...

...instance occurs in Lear, where the unfortunate monarch, in the midst of a violent storm, exclaims— Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:— I tax not you, ye elements", with unkindness:— I never gave you kingdoms; call'd you children;— You owe me no...

...nuncle, in and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor...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...

...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! * , * * # * Rumble thy beflyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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...

...Blow ! winds, and crack your cheeks, • * • • • I tax not you, ye elements, with uukindness, aldwin, Cradock, and Joy : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand your slave— A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

...general resemblance to such passages in Shakspeare as — " I tax not you, you elements, with unkindncss, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ?" The restoration of the king to reason is the point at...

...fire! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkiudiiess, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription j|; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...