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King Lear, III. ii

Kent. No, do not.

For confirmation that I am much more

Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take

What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,—

As doubt not but you shall,—show her this ring,

And she will tell you who your fellow is

That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!

I will go seek the king.

Gent. Give me your hand. Have you no more to say?

Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet;

That, when we have found the king,—in which your pain

That way, I'll this,—he that first lights on him

Holla the other.

Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout

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,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!

Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once

 48 fellow: companion

52 to effect: in importance  2 hurricanoes: water-spouts

3 cocks: weathercocks on steeples

4 thought-executing: acting God's thought

5 Vaunt-couriers: advance messengers

8 germens: seeds

