King Lear

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''Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters, I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription; then let fall Your orrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. '' In versione integrale, i più grandi classici della letteratura angloamericana in lingua originale. Le opere sono accuratamente commentate e riportano la biografia dei singoli autori. Show more