 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 - Strana 405autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1811Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 str.
...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...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 - 1843 - 652 str.
...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...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 - 1843 - 582 str.
...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 str.
...daughters' blessing : "ere sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. ' Lear. Rumble thy belly full ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 338 str.
...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here 's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble...gave you kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ; 3 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure : here, I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 str.
...in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's subscription : then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 str.
...sacrifice to thee, because thou art both disagreeable and treacherous."* Lear. Rumble thy bellyful, spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,...you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall A poor, infirm, weak, and... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 570 str.
...unkindness, he is their slave. But he reproaches them as he does the heavens : — Ramble thy belly full ! spit fire ! spout rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 str.
...Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire ! spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,...daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; Fool. 'O nuncle, court holy-water 4 in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good... | |
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