King Lear and the Fool.
“LEAR: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! … You sulfurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my white head!” (3.2.1-6)
“FOOL: Oh, nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rainwater out o’ door. Good nuncle, in, ask your daughters blessing.” (3.2.10-12)