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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: this
rain water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy
daughters
blessing! Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools.
Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
King Lear |
