King Lear - Act 3 scene 2*

Lear in a feable attempt is trying to command the storm

Blow, winds, and crack thine cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks

Lear shows a sign of self-awareness in his vulnerability

here i stand, your slave, a poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man

Lear pitys himself and believes he has been more wronged than he has done wrong

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Lear begins to lose his sanity

My wits begin to turn cold

Lear expresses concern for the fool

How dost, my boy? Art cold?

I have one part in my heart that’s sorry yet for thee