 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 608 sider
...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 - 1733 - 530 sider
...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 ? no ; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from my felf? great reafon ; why? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 sider
...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 - 1752 - 434 sider
...tho' I could not eflenually give Thee any AfliUance. Whtt> 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 - 1907 - 266 sider
...first questioning argument, which follows, effort. . ' 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 ? N0. Yes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 sider
...to lead theej tho' I tsulJ not ell'emullv give thee any What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by ; 'Richard loves 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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 426 sider
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops fland on my trembling ftefh. What? do I fear myfelf? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here? no; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon; why? Left I revenge. What?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 328 sider
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling (te(h. What! do I fear myfelf? there's none elfe by; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? no — yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon; why ? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 sider
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling fldh. What do I fear ? myfelf? there's none elie by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? no ; — yes 5 I am : Then fly, — what, from myfelf ? Great reafon : Why? Left I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 476 sider
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The fights burn blue. — Is it not dead midnight ? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : 340 Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then... | |
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Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — 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.... 
