Blowing winds and your cheeks crack! Blowing rage!

Till you drenched the tops of our church and drowned are chickens.

You must sulfurous threw are fired and execute them.

Thunderbolts will be fired full of oak and there will be couriers.

Singe my white head! And thou shall shake thunder

Smack my head in the thick o’th’ground .

Best natures finest ground all Germans come at one make my an ingratful man!

Make me feel sick! Spit fire in my belly and spout rain everywhere!

No wind, rain,thunder , fire are my disgrace if daughters. I don’t charge you elements with unkindness.

I have never gave Regan and Goneril power and they shall never be my children again they are traitors!

Cordellia, I owe you no subscription and you don’t owe me no apology. Why I shall fall I order you to make me fall.

My and your horrible pleasure.Here I stand as an slave to you a poor, infirm man I am weak and despised!

Yet I still call servile ministers. With my two pernicious daughters joined.

Your in the highest if highest in endangered battles ‘gainst a head. As I turn so old and either I think oh!   ‘Tis foul.