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Poor naked wretches,
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wheresoe'er you are,
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that bide the pelting
of this pitiless storm,
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how shall
your houseless heads
and unfed sides,
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your loop'd and
window'd raggedness,
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defend you from seasons
such as these?
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O, I have ta'en
too little care of this!
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Take physic, pomp;
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expose thyself to feel
what wretches feel,
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that thou mayst take
the superflux to them,
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and show the heavens
more just.
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Go to thy bed and warm thee.
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Did'st thou give all
to thy daughters?
And art come to this?
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Who gives anything
to poor Tom?
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Go you and talk to the Duke.