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
| William Shakespeare - 2001 - 336 pages
...fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man, 20 But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined 8 germens] QF (Germains) 16task]Q(taske); taxep Which shipmen do the hurricane call' Latin-derived... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2000 - 324 pages
...Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, 20 A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man, 21 But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters joined 23 Your high-engendered battle 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O, 'tis foul! FOOL He... | |
| Irving Ribner - 2005 - 232 pages
...man! (III.ii.i-9) In his delusion Lear sees the forces of nature as agents of the evil within man, as servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters...engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. There is no justice in the world, but the brute forces of nature will execute a kind of poetic justice... | |
| Stuart Sillars - 2006 - 388 pages
...lost - and was published above these lines: Here I stand your Slave, A poor infirm, weak and despis'd old man But yet I call you servile ministers That...engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this, oh! Ohl Tis foulKing Lear Act III, scene 3d. The text allows a fairly precise identification of the... | |
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