 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 pàgines
...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 F O, no : alas, I rather... | |
 | 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...reason : Why ? Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have done unto myself? 0, no : alas, I rather... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 pàgines
...!—Soft ; I 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...Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No 1—Yes ; I am : Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason : Why ? Lest I revenge,—What? Myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pàgines
...Rich. Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream ; 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !—...am : Then fly,— What, from myself? Great reason Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I mvself have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pàgines
...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 - 1839 - 592 pàgines
...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 Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 pàgines
...horse, ' —bind up my 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on...else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. wounds,— Have mercy, Jesu !—Soft; I did but dream.— Is there a murderer here ? No ;—Yea ; I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 pàgines
...K. Rich. Give me another horse; bind up my wounds ; — Have mercy, Jesu ! 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 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...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 ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 pàgines
...K. Rich. Give me another horse ; bind up my wounds ; — Have mercy, Jesu ! 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 murderer here ? no ;... | |
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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... 
