 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; here I stand, your...  The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George ... - Pagina 291door William Shakespeare - 1807Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 pagina’s
...in, and t ask thv daughter»' blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise шеи nor fools. LEAB. , ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pagina’s
...in, and f ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAK. Bumble E F F F(D@;W1 ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 pagina’s
...o' the world ! Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Eumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; J why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pagina’s
...and t ask thy daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. LKAB. Kurable passion ; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With ; then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 pagina’s
...rotundity o' the world! Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Bumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;J why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 524 pagina’s
...in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing: here's a night pities neither wise men nor...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, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 pagina’s
...contrivances. t Samples. 5 Companion. | Quick as thought. ^f Aoant. ** A proverbial phrase for fair words. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain...elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, oall'd you children. You owe me no subscription ; * why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 382 pagina’s
...daughters' blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Kumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...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, and despis'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 pagina’s
...here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Bumble thy belly-full ! Spit, fire ! spout Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :...kingdom, call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription ;f why then lot fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 pagina’s
...rotundity o' the world ! crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, that make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain !...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, and despis'd... | |
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