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...a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription5'; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...

...Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : 1 tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...

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...a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull 1 Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I...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...

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

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

...a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription51; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...

...all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly-full! spit, fire! spout, 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; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure...

...elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms, 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 old man—• But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters...