 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
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 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 : Eichard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 578 pages
...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;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 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 ; —... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1851 - 624 pages
...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 - 576 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 : Eichard loves Eichard ; that is, I am I. ? Is there a murderer here ? No ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 pages
...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 ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 556 pages
...but dream. v • 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 murtherer here ? No ;... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 pages
...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, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 476 pages
...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 ; —... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 pages
...CONSCIENCE. 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? Shakspere. I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. Shakspere.... | |
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