 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
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 str.
...o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! . . . . Rumble thy belly-full ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain !...elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, called you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here... | |
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 str.
...rotundity of the world ! Crack nature's moulds : all germeus spill at once That make ungrateful man! Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire! Spout, rain ! Nor...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 - 1865 - 168 str.
...thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Bumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, called you children, You owe me no subscription ; 4 then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 364 str.
...nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here's a night pities...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 - 1866 - 788 str.
...ingrateful man ! Fool. 0 nunclc, court holy-water in a diy house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing:...pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 724 str.
...nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here's a night pities...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 - 1867 - 1022 str.
...is better than this ram water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa eman's subscription ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 str.
...is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in ; ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR. Rumble...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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