 Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's...  The Tatler - Pàgina 3231822Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 pàgines
...dream. — O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? Myself? There's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 pàgines
...did but dream.— 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No 1—Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 pàgines
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midniffht. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pàgines
...but dream ; 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— < The lights burn blue — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pàgines
...but dream.— O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? Myself? There's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No;—Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 pàgines
...did but dream. 0 coward Conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there 's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? no ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 pàgines
...did but dream. 0 coward Conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there 's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? no ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 628 pàgines
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight1. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I*. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 pàgines
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnighti. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am Is. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 pàgines
...dream. — 0 , coward conscience , how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there 's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is , I am I. Is there a murderer here? No; —... | |
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