LEAR Thou think’st ’tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin so: ’tis to thee, But where the greater malady10 is fixed The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear, But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea Thou’dst meet the bear i’th’mouth. When the mind’s free13, The body’s delicate14: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as17 this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to’t? But I will punish home18. No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out? Pour on, I will
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