 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 724 pàgines
...nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here's a night pities...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 - 1867 - 1022 pàgines
...is better than this ram water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa eman's subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 pàgines
...is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR. Rumble...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 - 1972 - 356 pàgines
...thy daughters' blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription; then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand,... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - 1989 - 116 pàgines
...Come on, come on, the Fool's lines! Quick, quick! NIKITA. (as the FOOL) O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...daughters' blessing: here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. SVETLOVIDOV. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 pàgines
...nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man! (Fool: ...) Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire! spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,...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 - 1990 - 324 pàgines
...nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man! 10 Fool Oh 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! 15 Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax you not,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 176 pàgines
...thy daughters blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire...elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 160 pàgines
...thy daughters blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful; spit, fire; spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. 15 I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription. Why then, let fall Your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pàgines
...Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man. Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand... | |
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