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" 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 1
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The British Essayists;: Adventurer

Alexander Chalmers - 1808
...are my daughters, 1 tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom, called vou children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall...Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A p .or, infirm, weak, and despised old man ! The storm continuing with equal violence, he drops for...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no obedience. — Then let fall Your horrible pleasure ! — Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. — [Rain — Thunder — Lightning. Yet I will call you servile ministers, That...
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King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Volume 4

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 pages
...elements, with unkindness : I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children ; You owe me no obedience. — Then let fall Your horrible pleasure ! — Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. — [Rain — Thunder — Lightning. Yet I will call you servile ministers, That...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...with unkindness: '.I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no obedience.—Then let fall Your horrible pleasure !—Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.— So old and white as this. Oh ! oh! 'tis foul. Kent. Hard by, sir, is a hovel,...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 14

William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 pages
...daughters blessing ; here 'sa night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;s why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...
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Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition, Addressed to His Son

George Gregory - 1809 - 363 pages
...the elements, when discarded and turned out by Regan. There is a peculiar beauty in this part " „ Spit fire, spout rain '. " Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. " I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness, " I never gave you kingdom, called you children, " You owe me no subscription,"...
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An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespeare, Compared with the Greek ...

Elizabeth Robinson Montagu - 1810 - 296 pages
...naturally, in the general calamity of the storm, recurs to his own particular circumstances. LEAH. Spit fire, spout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ; 1 tax you not, you elements, with unkindness, 1 never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children, You...
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An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakspeare, Compared with the Greek ...

Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 296 pages
...naturally, in the general calamity of the storm, recurs to his own particular circumstances. LEAH. Spit fire, spout rain ; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ; 1 tax you not, you elements, with unkindness, 1 never gave you kingdoms, cal1'd you children, You...
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Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear

William Shakespeare - 1811
...daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;1 why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...
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Cymbeline

William Shakespeare - 1811
...daughters' blessing ; here's a iiight pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : 1 tax not you, you elements, with uukindness, 1 never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You...
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