...resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy bellyful, spit fire, spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then...

...betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters : Humble thy belly full ! spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then...

...mould, all germins spill at once, That make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy bellyfull, spit fire, spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then...

...betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters : Rumble thy belly full! spit, fire! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let...

...instance occurs in Lear, where the unfortunate monarch, in the midst of a violent storm, exclaims— Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:— I tax not you, ye elements", with unkindness:— I never gave you kingdoms; call'd you children;— You owe me no subscription:—why,...

...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 : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription...

...-betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters: Rumble thy belly full ! 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....

...: here's a night pities neither 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-)-;...

...germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! * , * * # * Rumble thy beflyfull! 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§;...

...Waterford. And, well, indeed, might he have applied to himself the wellknown lines — " Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ! ' • I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness — 1 never gave you kingdom, called you children — You owe me no subscription; why...