...thick rotundity of the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...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 join'd...

...nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing: here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. LEAR. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall...

...Elements with unkindness; I never gave you Kingdoms, call'd you Children, You owe me no Obedience, then let fall Your horrible pleasure, here I stand your Slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despis'd old man; Yet I will call you servile Ministers, That have with two pernicious Daughters join'd...

...Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful; spit, fire; spout, rain . Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire are my daughters . 1 5 I task not you, you elements, with unkindness . I never gave you kingdom, called you children....

...nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire; spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. 16 I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children. is...

...o'door. Good Nuncle, in, ask thy daughters blessing; here's night pities neither wise men nor Fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no...

...here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire! spout, rain! I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...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 join'd...

...bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom,...horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, inf1rm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious...

...sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot. . . is the basis of what Lear goes on to say : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never...kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription . . . The rude breath of the wind is echoed in Albany's just rebuke of Goneril (1v, ii, 29ff.), in...

...singled out as distinctively representing the Imagination (as opposed to the Fancy) in BL (i. 85): 'Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. | I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; | l never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; | You owe me no subscription' (1n. ii., ll. 15-18)....