King Lear. Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. . . . (The fool goes in.) Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, King Lear, iii. 4, 23. |
King Lear. Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. . . . (The fool goes in.) Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, King Lear, iii. 4, 23. |