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;... Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure - Page 2681792Full view - About this book
| Richard Nelson - Drama - 2004 - 446 pages
...Macready. And acting 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 900 pages
...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. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription.... | |
| Diana Winstanley - Business & Economics - 2005 - 260 pages
...below taken from King Lear, Act lll, Scene 11: Lear in the storm on the Heath: 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, call'd you children, You owe me no... | |
| Anton Chekhov - Performing Arts - 2007 - 1128 pages
...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 not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children." That's power! That's... | |
| William Shakespeare - Drama - 2007 - 260 pages
...daughters' blessing. Here's a night pities12 neither wise men nor fools. Lear Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire, spout rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters: 15 I tax13 not you, you elements, with unkindness. 1 split 2 floodgates 3 (i) waterspouts, (2) hurricanes... | |
| Mohamed Gad-el-Hak - Science - 2008
...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, 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 - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 380 pages
...vengeance of heaven. 48 court holy-water fair but empty words; flattery Lear. Rumble thy bellyful.49 Spit, fire. Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. 15 I tax50 not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children, You... | |
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