O reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest things superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarecly keeps thee warm. But for true need-
You heavens, give me patience - patience i need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age, wretched in both.
If it be you that stirs these daughters hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women's weapons, water drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnatural hags,
I will have revenges on you both
That all the world shall - I will do such things -
What they are yet I know not, but they shall be
The terrors of the earth! You thnk I'll weep;
No, I'll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping, [storm heard approaching]
but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep. O Fool, I shall go mad!