 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 - Page 405by William Shakespeare - 1811Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 pages
...daughter's blessing: here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble- thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, .rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...you kingdom, call'd you children, »You owe me no subscription:s then, let fall 1. ie in seeking whom, you shall use your endeavours in that direction,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 pages
...in, and t ask thv daughter»' blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise шеи nor fools. LEAB. , subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 pages
...o' the world ! Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Eumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain,...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; J why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pages
...and t ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. LKAB. Kurable passion ; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pages
...in, and f ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAK. Bumble E F F F(D@;W1 subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 pages
...rotundity o' the world! Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Bumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain,...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;J why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 524 pages
...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 nor...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, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 pages
...blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, flrel n ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task for subscription ; || why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 pages
...contrivances. t Samples. 5 Companion. | Quick as thought. ^f Aoant. ** A proverbial phrase for fair words. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain...elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, oall'd you children. You owe me no subscription ; * why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 382 pages
...daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Kumble thy bellyful ! 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,... | |
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