 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 612 pagina’s
...conscience, how dost thou afflict mo ! — 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 am : Then fly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pagina’s
...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;—Yes; I am. Then fly;—what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 496 pagina’s
...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 - 1866 - 730 pagina’s
...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 am : Then fly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 614 pagina’s
...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 am : Then fly.... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 1995 - 424 pagina’s
...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 am. Then fly! What, from... | |
 | D. H. Rawlinson - 1968 - 254 pagina’s
...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, I am: Then fly. What,... | |
 | Robert F. Hobson - 1985 - 340 pagina’s
...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 am: Then fly. What, from... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 pagina’s
...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 am! 185 Then fly. What,... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 pagina’s
...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 am; Then fly: what? from... | |
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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. 
