 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,...  Large-Scale Disasters: Prediction, Control, and Mitigation - Page 1edited by - 2008Limited preview - About this book
 | Folger Collective on Early Women Critics (Scholarly group) - 1995 - 446 pages
...fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man! And yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two...battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'tis foul. They must have little feeling, that are not touched by this speech, so highly pathetic.... | |
 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 pages
...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...That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! Ol 't is foul! FOOL. He that has... | |
 | Paul Elledge - 2000 - 270 pages
...then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul. (3.2.1-23) Notable... | |
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