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;° why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand,... Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear - Pàgina 405per William Shakespeare - 1811Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pàgines
...wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spitfire, spout rain! ^Nor rain, wind, thunder, ftre, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure.— rHere I stand, your brave; A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pàgines
...holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men...never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe md no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819 - 424 pàgines
...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,...you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. —... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1821 - 510 pàgines
...speeches," &c. is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men...gave you kingdom, call'd you children. You owe me no subscription 3 ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pàgines
...all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world ! ' Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. O,...gave you 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,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 pàgines
...o'the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germins spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. 6 nuncle, court holy-water 9 in a dry house is better...fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! spit fire! spout raia ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,... | |
| British essayists - 1823 - 788 pàgines
...pathetic comparison -betwixt the severity of the tempest and of his daughters: Rumble thy belly full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 pàgines
...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water3 in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor foolsLear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters... | |
| William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pàgines
...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! * , * * # * Rumble thy beflyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...gave you 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,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 pàgines
...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. O, nuncle, court holy-water* in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you,... | |
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