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Section 558
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1Lear.
2Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:
3Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;
4I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindnesse.
5I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children;
6You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
7Your horrible pleasure. Heere I stand your Slaue,
8A poore, infirme, weake, and dispis'd old man: