 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 - Сторінка 405автори: William Shakespeare - 1811Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Vera Gottlieb - 1996 - 62 стор.
...me the Fool's cue quickly! I have no time! NIKITA: (Playing the Fool). 'O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out...daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool.' SVETLOVIDOV: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - 1999 - 108 стор.
...daughters' blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools!" SVETLOVIDOV. "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children ... " Not bad, huh? What power! What talent! What an artist! Another one now, something... | |
 | Paul Elledge - 2000 - 270 стор.
...world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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,... | |
 | Isaac Asimov - 2009 - 418 стор.
...and make peace with his daughters, but Lear doesn't even hear him. He roars on: "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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,... | |
 | Oliver Ford Davies - 2003 - 224 стор.
...indeed of the emotions.'7 Lear's second speech offers some interesting contrasts: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 стор.
...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,...elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand... | |
 | Masolino D'Amico - 2007 - 255 стор.
...Lear, sordo a ogni richiamo del buon senso, continua a infuriare nella tormenta: Rumble 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. (14-18). Romba finché ne hai in corpo! Fuoco, sputa!... | |
 | Anton Chekhov - 2007 - 1128 стор.
...daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool." SVETLOVIDOV. "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children." That's power! That's talent! That's an artist! Something else ... the sort of... | |
 | Mohamed Gad-el-Hak - 2008 - 569 стор.
...superlative degree of comparison only. (From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens) Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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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