will but offend us. Reg.We shall further think on't. Gon.We must do something,and i'th'heat Exeunt. Act III Scene II.Another part of the heath. Storm still.Enter Lear and Fool. Lear.Blow,winds,and crack your cheeks!rage!blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes,spout Till you have drench'd our steeples,drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts. Singe my white head!And thou,all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th'world, Crack Nature's moulds,all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man! Fool.O nuncle,court holy water in a dry house is better than this rain water out o'door.Good nuncle,in,and ask thy daughters blessing!Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools. Lear.Rumble thy bellyful!Spit,fire!spout,rain! Nor rain,wind,thunder,fire 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 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 will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles'gainst a head So old and white as this！O！O！"tis foul! Fool.He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece. Enter Kent. Lear.No,I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Kent.Who's there? Fool.Marry,here's grace and a codpiece;that's a wise man and a fool. Kent.Alas,sir,are you here?Things that love night Love not such nights as these.The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark And make them keep their caves.Since I was man, Such sheets of fire,such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain,I never Remember to have heard.Man's nature cannot carry Th'affliction nor the fear Lear.Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.Tremble,thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipp'd of justice.Hide thee,thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd,and thou simular man of virtuewill but offend us. Reg. We shall further think on't. Gon. We must do something, and i' th' heat. Exeunt. Act III Scene II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world, Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man! Fool. O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rain water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blessing! Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire 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 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 will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul! Fool. He that has a house to put 's head in has a good head-piece. …… Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace and a codpiece; that's a wise man and a fool. Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark And make them keep their caves. Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry Th' affliction nor the fear. Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue