 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 страници
...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 ; —... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 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 : Eichard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ;... | |
 | Harrow school - 1865 - 374 страници
...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;... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1851 - 624 страници
...dream.— O ! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The lights burn blue.— It is now dread midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear?" " Richard m."-Sa AEBPBRE. "What's here? A mist I No more?— What would you? Speak I Spirit or man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 страници
...but drram; 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. — It is now there's none else by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 1ч there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 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 ;... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1995 - 424 страници
...examine his conscience: 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, I... | |
 | D. H. Rawlinson - 1968 - 254 страници
...did but dream. O coward conscience, how thou didst afflict me ! 31 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,... | |
 | Robert F. Hobson - 1985 - 340 страници
...the decisive battle of Bosworth Field, Richard awakens from a nightmare. He soliloquizes: '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, I... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 страници
...I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! 180 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 and I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I... | |
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