 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 - Seite 405von William Shakespeare - 1811Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 Seiten
...Aoant. ** A proverbial phrase for fair words. Lear. Bumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spouUrain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :;...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 - 1853 - 832 Seiten
...'sa nigbt pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain I wonders its. To-day called you children ; You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 Seiten
...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...are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkiridness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;4 why then,... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1855 - 498 Seiten
...resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy bellyfall, spit fire, spent rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters....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. Here... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1856 - 518 Seiten
...depth and fury of his despair, complains to the warring elements of the ingratitude of his daughters. 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 - 1856 - 824 Seiten
...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 :...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 - 1857 - 488 Seiten
...o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germins* spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing ;...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,... | |
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