ACT III, SCENE II
(Another part of the heath. Storm still.)

[Enter LEAR and FOOL.]

LEAR. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes,spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned thw cocks!
You sulphuroujs and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

FOOL. O Nuncle, Court holy water in a dry house is better than this rain water out o' door. Good Nuncle, in, andask thy daughters' blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool...