 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 - Pàgina 3231822Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 pàgines
...but dream. — O coward couscience, 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 ;r—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 518 pàgines
...exaggeration of his crimes is truly tragioal. JOHNSON. The lights burn blue 9. — It is now dead midnight l. 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 1 2. 9 The lights burn blue.] So, in Lyly's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 pàgines
...suppose that the idea of shadows is included in what Richard calls a. frightful dream. M. MASON. " Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. " What do I fear ? &c. " Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd — " Either the two and twenty intermediate... | |
 | 1822 - 694 pàgines
...BURN BLUE IN THE PRESENCE OF A GHOST. О coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights bum blue — is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Shakipcare. THIS mysterious subject has exercised the faculties of some of the •world's most erudite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 636 pàgines
...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 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 - 1823 - 320 pàgines
...—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 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 - 1823 - 442 pàgines
...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 ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pàgines
...but dream ; 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The light« bum 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 - 1824 - 358 pàgines
...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 ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pàgines
...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? CONSCIENCE. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.... | |
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