 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.  The Tatler - Page 2661804Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1907 - 266 pages
...which this is a first questioning argument, which follows, effort. . ' 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 ? N0. Yes,... | |
 | William Hawkins - 1758 - 420 pages
...Carpas dehinc — Ma.cbeuu.us fomnum necat — « « O coward Confcience !— how doit thou affilia me ? " The Light burns blue — is it not dead Mid-night ? « Cold fearful Drops Hand on my trembling Fleih. « What ? do I fear myfelf ? « —<¡>uzs pulfat oßium ? — " — Quid... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 476 pages
...Jesu!— Soft 5 I did but dream — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The fights burn blue. — Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : 340 Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? No... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pages
...my wounds ! Have mercy, Jefu ! Soft ; I did but dream. 0 c oward Confcieac e ! how doft thou afflift me! The light burns blue — Is it not dead midnight ? Cold, fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefh. What do I fear ? myfelf — there's none elfe by : Ricbard[wr.$ Richard... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 pages
...dream. — 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- 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 - 1804 - 568 pages
...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 murderer here? No;—Yes;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 pages
...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 - 1805 - 434 pages
...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 ; —... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 pages
...mount burned with fire. Exailut, O cuward -conscience, how dost tliou afflict me ! The light k::rni blue. Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my tremblhij flesh. Sbaijfeare. л. To shine ; to sparkle. Tilt barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 pages
...dream. — 3°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... | |
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