"Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters.
I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness:
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure..."
(Act III, Scene 2)

	Cornwall
	Albany
	Kent
	The Fool
	Lear

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