 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;...  Large-Scale Disasters: Prediction, Control, and Mitigation - Page 1edited by - 2008Limited preview - About this book
 | Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - 1999 - 108 pages
...nuncle, in; ask thy daughters' blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools!" SVETLOVIDOV. "Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor...elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children ... " Not bad, huh? What power! What talent! What an artist! Another one now, something... | |
 | Peter Levine - 1998 - 308 pages
...a new cosmic dieory. In die midst of die terrible storm, he says: I tax you not, you elements, widi unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: dien let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave (TII.ii.16-19) Here Lear tries to establish... | |
 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 pages
...(London: Dent, 1906), pp. 118-36. 18. 'Not rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:/ I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness:/ I never gave you kingdom,...subscription: then let fall/ Your horrible pleasure' (3.2.15-19). CHAPTER THREE 1. Macready had reservations about reintroducing the Fool, writing in his... | |
 | Susan Bruce - 1998 - 196 pages
...'Not rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:/ I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness;/ 1 never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,/ You...subscription: then let fall/ Your horrible pleasure' (3.2.15-19). CHAPTER THREE 1. Macready had reservations about reintroducing the Fool, writing in his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 196 pages
...heralds 8 Nature's molds (in which life is given form); germens seeds 10 court holy water flattery LEAR Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. 16 I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children; is... | |
 | Ian Wilson - 1999 - 564 pages
...worst with their bass drums, and their stone-filled barrels in competition with Burbage fulminating: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters!9 This would have required the most careful orchestration with the backstage crew. Notably,... | |
 | Paul Elledge - 2000 - 270 pages
...thick rotundity of the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...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... | |
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