 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 - 1857 - 630 str.
...better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's Messing : here 's a 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 - 1857 - 730 str.
...'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain 1 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 - 1858 - 752 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, * — who THAT fellow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 - 186 str.
...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,... | |
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