 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 - Страница 3231822Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 страници
...concluding part of the soliloquy, requires quantity, and rather, slow time. SPEECH OF KING RICHARD HI, 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. 2. Is there a murderer here ? No :... | |
 | Robert Sears - 1844 - 514 страници
...coward conscience ! how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. Is it not dead midnight ? Cola, fearful drops, stand on my trembling fles,h. What? do I fear myself? There's none else by." In Richard's case, fear over-mastering the truth of his perceptions, caused... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 страници
...mercy, Jesu ! Soft : 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 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,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 340 страници
...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 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 страници
...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 1 fear ? myself? there's none else by, — Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. 2. Is there a murderer... | |
 | Alfred de Vigny - 1847 - 460 страници
...of the pavilion dropped upon him. CHAPTER XII. THE NIGHT-WATCH. " O coward conscience, bow dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. Is it not dead...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? Myself ? I love myself!" SHAKSPEKE. SCARCELY was the cardinal in his tent, before he dropped, armed and cuirassed,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 страници
...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 murtherer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 588 страници
...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 ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 страници
...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 - 1851 - 578 страници
...out of his 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;—Yes;... | |
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