...should have him by heart! That he should reduce the resounding tragedy of those lines to puny petulance. 'I tax not you, you elements with unkindness; I never...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 despised old...

...daughters' blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools!" SVETLOVIDOV. "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children ... " Not bad, huh? What power! What talent! What an artist! Another one now, something...

...towards the end of his oration and perceives the elements as being in cahoots with his two rebellious daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;...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...

...world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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...

...sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot. . . is the basis of what Lear goes on to say : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never...kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription . . . The rude breath of the wind is echoed in Albany's just rebuke of Goneril (1v, ii, 29ff.), in...

...here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire! spout, rain! I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...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...

...and make peace with his daughters, but Lear doesn't even hear him. He roars on: "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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...

...indeed of the emotions.'7 Lear's second speech offers some interesting contrasts: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I...

...thy daughters blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...

...Lear, sordo a ogni richiamo del buon senso, continua a infuriare nella tormenta: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. (14-18). Romba finché ne hai in corpo! Fuoco, sputa!...