 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; here I stand, your...  King Lear. Romeo and Juliet - Sida 81efter William Shakespeare - 1841Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 sidor
...here 'sa night pities neither wise nor fools. LEAR. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain I Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...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, and despis'd... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1856 - 518 sidor
...despair, complains to the warring elements of the ingratitude of his daughters. Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...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, and despis'd... | |
 | Edward Winfield Cone, Spencer Wallace Cone - 1856 - 674 sidor
...lowest depth, the words of Lear kept whirling through our mind : "I will not tax you with nnkindness, Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and...: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have joined Your high engendered battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this I" He was a " slave" to... | |
 | Edward Winfield Cone, Spencer Houghton CONE, Spencer Wallace Cone - 1856 - 494 sidor
...words of Lear kept whirling through our mind : " I will not tax you with unkindness, Here I stand yonr slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man : But yet I call you servile ministers, That have joined Your high engendered battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this !" He was a " slave" to... | |
 | Edward Winfield Cone, Spencer Houghton CONE, Spencer Wallace Cone - 1856 - 498 sidor
...lowest depth, the words of Lear kept whirling through our mind: " I will not tax you with unkindness, Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call yon servile ministers, That have joined Your high engendered hattles 'gainst a head So old and white... | |
 | Delia Salter Bacon - 1857 - 706 sidor
...arts and sciences. ' I never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no subscription ; why, then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ? Here...ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined Your high, engendered battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O, O, 'tis/ow£' And... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - 1989 - 116 sidor
...night pities neither wise man nor fool. SVETLOVIDOV. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters: I...unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children . . . The power there! The talent! The artistry! Where's all this damned old age, then? Not a sign... | |
 | William R. Elton - 1980 - 388 sidor
...she Natura. Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure . . . , (III.0.14-19) a phrase which may imply "horrifying will"... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 sidor
...germens spill at once That make ungrateful man! (Fool: ...) Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire! spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I...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, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 340 sidor
...elements, with unkindness. 15 I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...despised old man; But yet I call you servile ministers, 20 3 our] F; The Q '3 drowned] q; drown F 4 sulph'rous] F; sulpberous Q 5 Vaunt-couriers of] F; vaunl-currcrs... | |
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