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...itfelf in hurry and diforder, but he as violent and boiflerous 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 thund'ring o'er...

...a night that pities neither wife men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpoutrainj Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindne&, I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you childrenv • ; 7 You owe me no fubicription -, then...

...part with his daughters : * Herodotus, book 7. Lear. Rumble thy belly -full, fpit fire, fpout rain 1 Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindneis ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; . . You owe me no fubfcription. Then...

...Here's a night thai pities neither wile men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bely full, fpit fire, ipout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,- are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindnets; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no fublcription. $ ; . then...

...calamity of the ftorm, recurs to his own particular circumftances. 78 On tie HISTORICAL DRAMA. LEAR. Spit fire, fpout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ; I tax you not, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children, You owe me...

..." wife man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, fpout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thnndec, fire, are my daughters. I ' tax not you, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you i kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no ' fubfcription ; • why then let faH Your horrible...

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...naturally, in the general calamity of the ftorm, recurs to his &wn particular circumftances. LEAR. Spit fire, fpout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ; I tax you not, you elements, with unkindnefs, I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children, You owe me...