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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 Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 2

William Shakespeare - 1819
...daughter's blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly-full ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe md no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm,...
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Elements of Criticism, Volume 1

Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819
...and, in order to justify his resentment, believes them to be taking part with his daughters : Lear. Rumble thy bellyful, spit fire, spout rain ! Nor rain,...you, you elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. —...
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The British Essayists: Adventurer

James Ferguson - 1819
...pathetic comparison betwixt the severity of tbe tempest aflfl -of his daughters: Rumble thy helly full! spit, fire! spout, rain! -Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkintiness; I never,gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no suhscription....
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 10

William Shakespeare - 1821
...daughter's blessing ; here's a 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 3 ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volume 10

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 510 pages
...with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children. You owe me no subscription 3 ; why 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...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His ...

William Shakespeare - 1821
...rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : 1 tax not you, you elements, with oukindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription J ; why then, let iidl Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...
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Miss Linwood's gallery of pictures in worsted, Leicester square

Mary Linwood - 1822
...nature's mould, . all germins spill at once, That make ungrateful man — Rumble thy belly full — spit, fire; spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters; I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 8

William Shakespeare - 1823
...daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise men nor foolsLear. Rumble thy bellyfull ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder,...kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;4 why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and...
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., Volume 8

William Shakespeare - 1823
...daughters' blessing ; here's a 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 *; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...
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