To Lear at one moment the storm
seems the messenger of heaven:
Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes....
At another moment those habitual miseries of the poor, of which he has
taken too little account, seem to him to accuse the gods of injustice:
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just;
and Gloster has almost the same thought (IV. i. 67 ff.). Gloster again,
thinking of the cruelty of Lear's daughters, breaks out,
but I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
The servants who have witnessed the blinding of Gloster by Cornwall and
Regan, cannot believe that cruelty so atrocious will pass unpunished.
One cries,
I'll never care what wickedness I do,
If this man come to good;
and another,
if she live long,
And in the end meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
Albany greets the news of Cornwall's death with the exclamation,
This shows you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge;
and the news of the deaths of the sisters with the words,
This judgment[149] of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity.
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