...mental pain (in. iv. 24). Then again the cruel storm draws noble charity from Lear, replacing his ire: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...says little; to fear judgement; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish. Kent — Lear I.iv Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...audience, not pushed to the verge but holding all the stage. He addresses the spectators in simple English: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your [loop'd] and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these. O, I have ta'en Too little...

...poverty — Nay, get thee in. l'll pray, and then l'H sleep. Exit Pool. Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...his wits begin to turn consists of a prayer to ' houseless poverty': Poor naked wretches, wheresoe er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...managing to work up an impression of beggars merely by producing the fluttering of rags, Lear says: "Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...storm. How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...others' comfort when he begs Kent and the Fool to take their ease in the hovel. This is a prelude to Poor, naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...past and present May we all pursue our calling with such dedication Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? —William Shakespeare,...

...where Lear recognises the failures of power and social organisation: Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little...

...invites the beggar to go ahead of him into the shelter. And then he cries out with his new vision: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless night, How shall our houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you...