...bleffing; here's a night pities neither wife men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full ! fpit fire ! fpout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, Kent, " a few words,...

...ftorm, and Lear delivering himfelf in the following man,ner, Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdoms. Then let fall Your horrible vengeance, herel...

...and Lear delivering himfelf in the following manner, Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain, N Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdoms. Then let fall Your horrible vengeance, here...

...Expos'd to this wild war of earth and Heav'n. [Thunder. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs ; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no fubfcription....

...mould, all germins fpill at once That make ungrateful man'! Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindnefs; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no fubfcription. Then let fall...

...in his diftrefs, perfonifies the rain, wind, and thunder ; and, in order to juftify his refentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy belly-full, fpit fire, fpout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you,...

...difordcr, but he is as violent and boifterous as the ftorm. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements. And immediately after, • Let the great gods That keep this dreadful thundering o'er our heads, Find...

...STEEVF.NS. give one court liilit-viater," M ALOM i Lear, Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! fpout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I. never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no fubfcription...

...pathetic comparifon does he draw between their feverity and that of the temped ! Rumble thy belly-full ! Spit, fire ! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not yon, you elements, with unkindnefs ; I never ¡¡ave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me...

...moulds, all germens fpill at once That make inprateful man ! Rumble thy belly-full ! fpit, fire ! fpout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no fubfcription....