 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 608 sider
...not dead Mid-night — ' Cold fearful Drops ftand on my trembling Flefh i What? do I fear my felf? There's none elfe by, Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I. Is there a Murtherer here? No; Yes, I amt Then fly? what from my felf? Great reafon; why? Left I revenge. What?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 562 sider
...O coward Conference! how doft thou afflift me? The Lights burn blue It is not dead Mid-night—— Cold fearful Drops ftand on my trembling Flefh : What.? do I fear ray felf? There's none elfe by, Richard loves Richard, thjt is, I am I. Js there a Murtherer here?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 530 sider
...had intended and was preparing to lend Thee ; tho I could not effentially give Thee any Affiftance. Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefh. What? do I fear my felf? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 sider
...pi<paring to lend Thee j tho' I could not eflentially give Thee anf Affifiaocc. What ? do I fear my felf ? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here ? no ; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from my felf? great realon ; why? Lett I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 sider
...for hope, or for holpe, The lights burn blue — is it not dead midnight? Cold tearful diops fland on my trembling flefh. What? do I fear myfelf? there's none elfe by ; Is there a murth'rer here ? no; yes, lam.* My confcience hath a thoufand fev'ral tongues, And ev'ry... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 476 sider
...better of his Conffience ; which could, on no account, therefore, be faid to play the tyrant with him. What? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. J s there a murth'rer here ? no ; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon ; why? Left... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 472 sider
...better of his Confcience ; which could, on no account, therefore, be faid to play the tyrant with him; What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by; Richard loves Richard; that isr I am I. Is there a murth'rer here? no; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 sider
...had intended and was preparing to lend Tlr.'e ; tho' I could not eflenually give Thee any AfliUance. What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here? no; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon ; why ? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 sider
...Help, which I had intended and was preparing to lead theej tho' I tsulJ not ell'emullv give thee any What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by ; 'Richard...that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here? no: yes, lam. Then fly what, from myfelf? great reafon ; why? Left I revenge, What? myfelf on myfelf? I love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 510 sider
...dream. 8 O coward Confcience, how doft thou afflict me ? The lights .burn blue is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefh. What...— yes, I am. Then fly— what, from myfelf? Great reafbn i why ? for wifliing well to you. But Mr. ThttbaU, with great fagacity, conjectured bclpe or... | |
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Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! 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? 
