THE DRAMATIST'S VIEW OF LIFE

AND DUTY.

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.)
I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'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 care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

King Lear, iii. 4, 23.