Of King Lear 3:2

Your daughters have left you
Alone in the wild.
Are you scared,
Alone in your darkness?
Shall you learn the turmoil that you have sent to plague the earth?
Nature must erase you mistakes off the earth.
Are you still innocent?
You slept on your bed of throns
For throwing the rose away.
Now with no bed at all
Do you call nature, avenge your misfortune?
Nature shant keep you in its bosom
Let the blood run on your hands.