 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 pągines
...Give me another horse ! — bind up my wounds ! — Have mercy, Jesu! — Soft! I did but dream. — 0 , coward conscience , how dost thou afflict me !...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 - 1843 - 646 pągines
...midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my tremhling flesh. What do I fear? myselfĶ there's none else hy: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a...myself? Great reason: why ? Lest I revenge. What: myself upon myself ! l love myself. Wherefore : for any good That I myself have done unto myself ! 0 no :... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 928 pągines
...I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The light burns blue — Is it not dead midnight? Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling...am. Then fly. What ! from myself ? Great reason— Lest I revenge — What? Myself on myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore ? For any good That I myself have... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 340 pągines
...1. Give me another horse — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do 1 fear ? myself? there's none else by, — Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. 2. Is there a murderer... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 372 pągines
...1. Give me another horse — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do 1 fear ? myself? there's none else by, — Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. 2. Is there a murderer... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 736 pągines
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold tearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear?...myself? Great reason: why? Lest I revenge. What! Myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I myself have done unto myself? 0... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 588 pągines
...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...Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No;—Yes; I am. Then fly,—What, from myself ? Great reason ; Why ? Lest I revenge. What? Myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 pągines
...Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Heaven ! — Soft ; I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The...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 murtherer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 588 pągines
...me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...reason ; Why ? Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore ? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no : alas, I rather... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 600 pągines
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold, tearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear...reason ; Why ? Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself ? I love myself. Wherefore ? For any good That I myself have done unto myself ? O, no : alas, I rather... | |
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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... 
