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
| Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Drama - 1989 - 116 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, call'd you children . . . The power there!... | |
| William R. Elton - Drama - 1980 - 388 pages
...pagan perspective endows with animism, an aspect of divinity, almost a Spinozistic Deus she Natura. 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... | |
| Jerry Blunt - Performing Arts - 1990 - 232 pages
...nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man! (Fool: ...) 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.... | |
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