 Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure...  Shakespeare Studied in Eight Plays - Pagina 378de Albert Stratford George Canning - 1903 - 495 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pagini
...daughters' blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription *; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 pagini
...daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor foolsLear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;4 why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 pagini
...wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! spit fire! spout raia ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;' why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | 1823 - 298 pagini
...fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let...Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | Lionel Thomas Berguer - 1823 - 636 pagini
...fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let...Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 322 pagini
...fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let...Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration... | |
 | 1823 - 872 pagini
...and in order to justify his resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy bellyful, spit fire, spout rain ! Nor rain,...wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription.... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pagini
...thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription....fall Your horrible pleasure. — Here I stand your brave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man ; But yet I call you servile ministers, That have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 pagini
...nuncle, in and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription-)-; why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pagini
...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! * , * * # * Rumble thy beflyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...call'd you children, You owe me no subscription§; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your,slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
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