 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 pàgines
...thou afflict me ! — The lights bum blue. — It is now* dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand ou my trembling flesh. What, do I fear myself? there's...What, from myself? great reason: why ? Lest I revenge. WTiat, myself, upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 652 pàgines
...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...from myself? Great reason: why? Lest I revenge. What I Myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1859 - 466 pàgines
...me another horse ! — bind up my wounds ! — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ! I did but dream. — O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 pàgines
...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...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;... | |
 | Salem Town - 1859 - 496 pàgines
...me! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold, fearful drops stand on my troubling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by:...Is there a murderer here? No; — yes; I am. Then fly,—what, from myself? Great reason; whyf Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? I love myself.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 792 pàgines
...Give me another horse! — bind up my wounds ! — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ! I did but dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? Ко ; — yes ; I am : Then fly. What, from myself? great reason: why ? Lest I revenge. What, myself,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 pàgines
...DREAM. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft; I did but dream. — O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? CONSCIENCE. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 576 pàgines
...Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! —...flesh. What do I fear ? myself? there's none else by: Eichard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 512 pàgines
...me another horse ! — hind up my wounds 1 — Have mercy, heaven ! — Soft ! I did but dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! —...yes, I am : Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why,Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 pàgines
...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...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... | |
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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... 
