King Lear - 9788809020870

KING EAR "Rumble thy belyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are mydaughters, I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, caled you children. You owe me no subscription; then et fal Your orrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, anddespis'd old man. But yet I cal you servile ministers, That wil with two perniciousdaughters join Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this." In versione integrale.