Lear : Ah, you poor people homeless,
wherever you are to suffer hail,
of this relentless storm, as
potran your heads bare, narrow hips
your hunger, your
clothes torn, riddled with holes,
protect you from bad weather like?
Or here for you, pump royal
your care! Explain to suffer
what the poor people suffer,
can make you shake off your
redundant and pay it to them
and show the heavens more just so.
W. Shakespeare. King Lear Act III - Scena Quarta.
See page King Lear. Citations here
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