 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 Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 pages
...Soft! I 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 hero ? No ; — yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 pages
...dream. — Oh, 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 1 5. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 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; — yes;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 pages
...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, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 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? CONSCIENCE. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.... | |
 | Jacob Cats, Robert Farlie - 1860 - 274 pages
...wicked flee when no man pursueth. — Prov. xxviii. i. OH coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh — What do I fear? — Myself? — SHAKESPEARE. WHICH way I move is Hell ; myself am hell. — MILTON. TREASURES OF WICKEDNESS PROFIT... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 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 Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No ; —... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1995 - 424 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
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