 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 and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim ... - Page 581by William Shakespeare - 1790Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1995 - 136 pages
...moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man. 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, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall... | |
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Drama - 1999 - 108 pages
...Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools!" SVETLOVIDOV. "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, called you children ... " Not bad, huh? What power! What talent!... | |
 | John Green, Paul Negri - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2000 - 68 pages
...blessing: here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. LEAR. 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... | |
 | Paul Elledge - Biography & Autobiography - 2000 - 270 pages
...molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Literary Collections - 2002 - 296 pages
...singled out as distinctively representing the Imagination (as opposed to the Fancy) in BL (i. 85): 'Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. | I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; | l never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; | You owe me no subscription' (1n. ii.,... | |
 | Isaac Asimov - Fiction - 2009 - 418 pages
...his daughters, but Lear doesn't even hear him. He roars on: "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... | |
 | Oliver Ford Davies - Drama - 2003 - 224 pages
...emotions.'7 Lear's second speech offers some interesting contrasts: 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, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Why then, let... | |
 | Richard Nelson - Drama - 2004 - 446 pages
...well. (Forrest smiles, Macready turns to the house.) MACREADY: Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements — (From outside, quite near, gunfire and shouts.) FORREST (Screaming): I told you before, to just... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 900 pages
...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. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall... | |
 | Anton Chekhov - Performing Arts - 2007 - 1128 pages
...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 not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children." That's power! That's talent! That's an... | |
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