—O dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father’s wrath!
Things that love night Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves; since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never Remember to have heard: man’s nature cannot carry Th’ affliction nor the fear.
] Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice, yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not control.
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She could hardly contain her wrath when she learned he had betrayed her.