Latinate: words that are derived
from the Latin language. Difficult words

Germanic: words that are derived
from the Anglo Saxon language. Simple words

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age, wretched in both.
If it be you that stirs these daughters’ hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women’s weapons, water drops,
Stain my man’s cheeks.

Act 2 Scene 4: In this piece or verse, line 5 does not follow Shakespeare’s way or writing (iamb pentameter) because the king is speaking and kings don’t have any rules when talking. The last line (line 7) also does not follow the iamb pentameter method of writing as there is only 4 syllables on this line. On this line the king speaks of his tears that soon to poor down his cheeks after his youngest daughter doesn’t speak her love for him.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow’st the
worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no
perfume. Ha! Here’s three on’s are sophisticated. Thou art the
thing itself; unaccomodated man is no more but such a poor,
bare, forked animal as thou art.

Act 3 Scene 4:  Lear as King, lowers his level in society by talking in prose instead of verse. This is the use of far simpler words to lower himself down the to the level of others. (In this verse he rips of his clothes as he talks about the indebted animals that suffered for the silk, leather, wool that he wears.) PLOT) He chooses to lower himself down to the fools level which is a natural human being. When Shakespeare writes this the king has a mental breakdown and while losing his mind, he also loses all structure within the verse. He has increasingly long sentences with less intense and  more frequent complicated words.

When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
I pardon that man’s life. What was thy cause?
Adultery?
Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
The wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly
Does lecher in my sight.
Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester’s bastard son
Was kinder to his father than my daughters
Got ‘tween lawful sheets.
To’t, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.

Act 4 scene 6: