1:07:01
Blow!
1:07:08
You cataracts
and hurricanoes,
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spout till you have
drenched our steeples,
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drown'd the cocks.
1:07:19
You sulph'rous and
thought-executing fires,
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vaunt couriers of
oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
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singe my white head.
1:07:29
And thou, all-shaking thunder,
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strike flat
the thick rotundity of the worid;
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crack nature's moulds,
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all germens spill at once,
that make ingrateful man.
1:07:46
O nuncle, court holy water
in a dry house
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is better than this
rain-water out o' doors.
1:07:52
Good nuncle, in;
ask thy daughters'
blessing.
1:07:55
Here's a night
pities neither
wise men nor fools.
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Rumble thy belly full.
1:08:02
Spit, fire.
1:08:05
Spout, rain.
1:08:07
Nor rain, wind,
thunder, fire,
are my daughters.
1:08:15
I tax not you,
you elements,
with unkindness.
1:08:20
I never gave you kingdom,
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call'd you children.
1:08:24
You owe me
no subscription.
1:08:28
Then let fall
your horrible pleasure.
1:08:32
Here I stand, your slave,
1:08:35
a poor, infirm,
weak and despis'd old man;
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but yet I call you
servile ministers
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that will with two
pernicious daughters join
your high-engender'd battles
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'gainst a head
so old and white as this.
1:08:50
O, ho, 'tis foul!
1:08:55
He who has a house to put his head in
has a good head-piece.
1:08:59
No, I will be the pattern
of all patience.