 | Branko Gorjup - 2004 - 468 pages
...11. 10 Harold Bloom, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human (New York: Overhead Books, 1998), 731. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...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... | |
 | Frank Harris - 2004 - 332 pages
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 | Ruth Barcan - 2004 - 328 pages
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 | Piotr Sadowski - 2003 - 336 pages
...with his fellow sufferers the Fool, Kent, and Poor Tom, and by extension with all suffering humanity: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine - 2011 - 387 pages
...first. — You houseless poverty — 30 Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.] rFooP exits. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness defend 35 you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little... | |
 | Irving Ribner - 2005 - 232 pages
...acknowledgement of God, and it is followed up by a welling up of pity for the sufferings of humanity : Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...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,... | |
 | Kenneth S. Jackson - 2005 - 324 pages
...at this point (3.4.23), and Lear makes his famous plea for charity. Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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,... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2005 - 224 pages
...after his wits begin to turn consists of a prayer to houseless poverty: Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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,... | |
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Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this... 
