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[Enter Lear and Fool]
LEAR Blow winds and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks.
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Forerunners of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity of the world,
Crack Nature's moulds, all seedlings spill at once
That make ingrateful man.
King Lear, Act 3 Scene 1
© 2008 Mark Brierley