 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 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 ;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 стор.
...Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spitfire, spout rain! ^Nor rain, wind, thunder, ftre, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure.— rHere I stand, your brave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man ! But yet I call you servile... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 стор.
...bellyful ! Spit, fire! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my danghters: I tax not vou, 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, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 428 стор.
...thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with imkindn ss ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription Then...fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand, your slave ; represented this bias of the mind ; for he makes the person who alone was affected with the bad news,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 стор.
...with unkinclness, I never gave you kingdom, call'tl you children, Youowemenosubscription. Whythenlct fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man : — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 332 стор.
...elements, with unkintiness; I never,gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no suhscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand...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 miseries,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 стор.
...Rumble thy belly-full ! 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 md no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 510 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...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, weak, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 стор.
...oukindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription J ; why then, let iidl Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old num : — Bat yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 788 стор.
...Rumble thy belly full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never...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 miseries,... | |
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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,... 
