 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pągines
...RICHARD. Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu! — Soft! I did but dream. D S q eu r f3 T " m j x%Cv ^ 3I 9 a...Y \H & DLD6 H ݭd tr 1 m.3́*Y @ a z rS, j<c'E c f upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O,... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1997 - 438 pągines
...horse! Bind up my wounds!' Realizing that he has been dreaming, he starts to examine his conscience: O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me? The lights...What, from myself? Great reason. Why? Lest I revenge. Myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself?... | |
 | Marjorie B. Garber - 1997 - 260 pągines
...Richard's control of the external world - and of his own emotions - has undergone a severe deterioration. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard...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 no!... | |
 | Harold Bloom, Sterling Professor of the Humanities Harold Bloom - 1997 - 212 pągines
...internalization, as Shakespeare attempts to alter the tyrant from a Marlovian cartoon to a psychological portrait: The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold...Richard loves Richard, that is, I [am] I. Is there a murtherer here? No. Yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why — Lest I revenge. What,... | |
 | Avraham Oz - 1998 - 324 pągines
...his Ego fills the entire universe, and no place or existence remain for others, just as in the past: The lights burn blue; it is now dead midnight. Cold...flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. (5.3.2. 181-83) No reason to fear. Yet, nevertheless. . . . But, why? Clearly, the only one that counts,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 244 pągines
...Soft, I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afIlict me? The lights burn blue. It is not dead midnight. Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling...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? Oh,... | |
 | Ralph Berry - 1999 - 244 pągines
...the irreparable harm he has done himself. All this is formalized in the soliloquy before Bosworth: What do I fear? myself? there's none else by. Richard...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? O,... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2000 - 376 pągines
...Venus and Adonis. On the eve of the battle of Bosworth, Richard III ponders his own schizophrenic evil: What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard...What, from myself? Great reason. Why? Lest I revenge. Myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 212 pągines
...KING RICHARD Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu - Soft! I did but dream. iso O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights...flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. 1 74 for hope while hoping Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I. \M Is there a murderer here? No.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 pągines
...even himselj. 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...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. I... | |
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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... 
