 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
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 pages
...I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! 180 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 and I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 pages
...Soft! I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights turn 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... | |
 | Michael E. Mooney - 1990 - 260 pages
...dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. 48 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. Yes, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pages
...Soft! I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now RAMUS. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. THISBE. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No; — yes,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1997 - 212 pages
...alter the tyrant from a Marlovian cartoon to a psychological portrait: 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. Yes,... | |
 | Marvin Rosenberg - 1997 - 380 pages
...of a villain who is obliged to feel guilty; but beyond that his deep subtextual fright breaks out: Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? So in a savaging soliloquy he finally comes face-to-face with his complex, self-destructive soul. The... | |
 | Avraham Oz - 1998 - 324 pages
...universe, and no place or existence remain for others, just as in the past: 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. (5.3.2. 181-83) No reason to fear. Yet, nevertheless. . . . But, why? Clearly,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 244 pages
...Jesu! Soft, I did but dream. 0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me? The lights burn blue. It is not dead midnight. Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What? Do I fear myself? There's none else by. 185 Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 pages
...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 none else by. Richard loves Richard: that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes. I... | |
 | Carol Rawlings Miller - 2001 - 84 pages
...did but dream. Quiet 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, I... | |
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