 | William Shakespeare - 1885 - 284 Seiten
...rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness j I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You...That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O ! 0 ! 't is foul ! Fool. He that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1886 - 222 Seiten
...is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: — 20 But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 588 Seiten
...elements, with unkindnesa ; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription:4 then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand...ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join5 3 Court ho!y-waltr is fair words and flattering speeches. " flanf.are alcuno," sa}'s Florio,... | |
 | Charlotte Endymion Porter - 1888 - 636 Seiten
...make content with his fortunes fit, For the rain it raineth every day. occurs Lear's execration : — Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1889 - 514 Seiten
...Sorrow herself: — " I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children; • You owe me no subscription: then...man: — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high -engender' d battles 'gainst a head So old and... | |
 | 1933 - 850 Seiten
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 | William Shakespeare - 1892 - 98 Seiten
...man! Enter Fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, lire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with...old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white... | |
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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;... 
