:05:03
I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
:05:46
Poor naked wretches,
:05:50
that bide the pelting of this
pitiless storm,
:05:55
how shall your houseless heads
and unfed sides,
:05:59
your loopt and window'd raggedness,
:06:04
defend you from seasons such as these?
:06:08
O, I have taken too little care
of this!
:06:13
Take physic,
:06:18
pomp!
:06:20
Expose thyself to feel
:06:23
what wretches feel.
:06:33
Fathom and half!
Poor Tom!
:06:38
Come not in here, nuncle,
here's a spirit.
:06:43
Who's there? What art thou that
dost grumble i'the straw? Come forth.
:06:49
Away!
The foul fiend follows me!
:06:54
Through the sharp hawthorn
blows the cold wind.
:06:59
Go to thy cold bed,
and warm thee.