 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 стор.
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! 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 subscription5'; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 стор.
...Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : 1 tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...Rumble thy bellyfull 1 Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never...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, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 стор.
...fire, are my daughters. I tax not you , ye elements , with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then...let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your brave , A poor, infirm , weak , and despis'd old man j But yet I call you servile ministers, Pa That... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 стор.
...Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! 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;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 стор.
...Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! 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;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 стор.
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! 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 subscription51; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | Albin Joseph U. Hennet - 1806 - 458 стор.
...with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children,' You owe me no subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave A poor, infirm , weak , and despis'd old manBut yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 стор.
...Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...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, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 336 стор.
...fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindnrss ; I never gave you kingdom, called you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let...slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! • The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for a moment the consideration of his own... | |
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O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind,... 
