William Dyce, King Lear and the Fool in the Storm (c. 1851)
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||4|
|Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!|
|You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,|
|Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,|
|Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,||8|
|Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!|
|Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once|
|That make ingrateful man!|