 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, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pages
...Soft ; I did but dream. — -'О О coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights 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¿ Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I. Is there a murcl'rer here? No; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pages
...Soft ; I did but dream. — '.'0 O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn H` ) there's none else by: Kichard loves Richard : that is, I am I. (s there a murd'rer here? No ; — Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 pages
...did but dream.— 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The light burns 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 - 1808 - 380 pages
...but dream— O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. 7 —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. 9 fine effect by Shakspeare. Should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 pages
...we suppose that the idea of shadows is included in what Richard calls a. frightful dream. M M.sai. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? ifc. — Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd — ] Eiiher tho two and twenty intermediate... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 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 - 1811 - 386 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 Richardson - 1812 - 468 pages
...shakes him with deep dismay ! pierces hit soul with' a poisoned arrow ; unnerves and forsakes him. O coward Conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself? There's none else by. — Is there a murth'rer here ? No: — Yes — I am — My conscience hath a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 pages
...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 lores Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pages
...but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue — is it not d«ad midnight ! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by. Conscience. Conscience is but a word that cowards me, Devis'd at first to keep... | |
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