Blow winds and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow

3.2.21657You cataracts, and hurricanoes spout,

3.2.31658Till you have drenched 1436our steeples, drowned the cocks.

3.2.41659You sulfurous and 1437thought-executing fires,

3.2.51660Vaunt-couriers of 1438oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

3.2.61661Singe my white head, 1439and thou all-shaking thunder,

3.2.71662Strike flat 1440the thick rotundity o'th'world,

3.2.81663Crack nature's 1441molds; all germens spill at once

3.2.91664That makes ingrateful man.

O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is 16661444better than this rainwater out o'door. 1445Good nuncle, 1667in; ask thy daughters' blessing. 1446Here's a night pities 1668neither wise men, nor fools.

Rumble thy bellyful. Spit fire, spout rain.

3.2.121670Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.

3.2.131671I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

3.2.141672I never gave you kingdom, called you children.

3.2.151673You owe me no subscription. Then let fall

3.2.161674Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,

3.2.171675A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.

3.2.181676But yet I call you servile ministers,

3.2.191677That will with two pernicious daughters join

3.2.201678Your high-engendered battles 'gainst a head

3.2.211679So old and white as this. Oh ho, 'tis foul.

He that has a house to put's head in, has a good 1681headpiece.

3.2.311686For there was never yet fair woman but she made 1687mouths in a glass.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience;

3.2.341690I will say nothing.

Who's there?

Marry here's grace, and a codpiece, that's a 1693wise man and a fool.

Alas, sir, are you here? 1470Things that love night

3.2.381695Love not such nights as these. 1471The wrathful skies

3.2.391696Gallow the very wanderers of the 1472dark

3.2.401697And make them keep their caves. 1473Since I was man

3.2.411698Such sheets of fire, 1474such bursts of horrid thunder,

3.2.421699Such groans of 1475roaring wind and rain I never

3.2.431700Remember 1476to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry

3.2.4417011477Th'affliction, nor the fear.

Th'affliction, nor the fear. Let the great gods

3.2.451703That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads

3.2.461704Find out their enemies now. Tremble thou wretch

3.2.471705That hast within thee undivulgèd crimes

3.2.481706Unwhipped of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand,

3.2.491707Thou perjured, and thou simular of virtue

3.2.501708That art incestuous; caitiff, to pieces shake,

3.2.511709That under covert and convenient seeming

3.2.521710Has practised on man's life; 1486close pent-up guilts,

3.2.531711Rive your concealing continents 1487and cry

3.2.541712These dreadful summoners grace. 1488I am a man

3.2.551713More sinned against than sinning.

More sinned against than sinning. Alack, bare-headed?

3.2.561715Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel.

3.2.571716Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest.

3.2.581717Repose you there while I to this hard house--

3.2.591718More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised--

3.2.601719Which even but now, demanding after you,

3.2.611720Denied me to come in, return and force

3.2.621721Their scanted courtesy.

Their scanted courtesy. My wits begin to turn.

3.2.631723[To the Fool] Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?

3.2.641724I am cold myself. [To Kent] Where is this straw, my fellow?

3.2.6517251498The art of our necessities is strange,

3.2.661726And can 1499make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.

3.2.671727Poor 1500fool and knave, I have one part in my heart

3.2.6817281501That's sorry yet for thee.

True, boy. [To Kent] Come bring us to this hovel.

This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. 1735I'll speak a prophecy ere I go.

3.2.901749This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I live before his time.