 Rumble thy bellyful ! 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: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure;...  Encyclopaedia Britannica; Or A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and ... - Сторінка 311823Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 160 стор.
...a'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!...wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. 15 I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 176 стор.
...o'door. Good nuncle, in; ask thy daughters blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor...wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 стор.
...rotundity o' th' world, Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man. Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor...wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription.... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Vera Gottlieb - 1996 - 62 стор.
...in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool.' SVETLOVIDOV: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children Ach, what power!... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - 1999 - 108 стор.
...nuncle, in; ask thy daughters' blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools!" SVETLOVIDOV. "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor...wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children ... " Not bad, huh? What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 196 стор.
...heralds 8 Nature's molds (in which life is given form); germens seeds 10 court holy water flattery LEAR Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. 16 I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; is... | |
 | Ian Wilson - 1999 - 564 стор.
...worst with their bass drums, and their stone-filled barrels in competition with Burbage fulminating: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters!9 This would have required the most careful orchestration with the backstage crew. Notably,... | |
 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 стор.
...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!...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:... | |
 | Paul Elledge - 2000 - 270 стор.
...thick rotundity of the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...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:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 324 стор.
...door. Good nuncle, in; ask thy daughters' blessing. Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire; spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. 16 I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children. is... | |
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