 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 páginas
...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? Shakspere. I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. Shakspere.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 páginas
...conscience, how dost thou afflict me '— ; The light burns 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, Dcvis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 476 páginas
...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 ; —... | |
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 1854 - 444 páginas
...pronounced The name of Prosper. — Shakspeare. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? — myself ? — Shaktpeare. Better be with the dead '.Than in the torture of the mind to lie* In restless ecstacy.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 466 páginas
...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 murtherer here ? No;—Yes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 páginas
...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 - 1857 - 352 páginas
...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 Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 páginas
...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 ; / am. Then fly! What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 páginas
...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 ; — yes ; I am : Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 páginas
...thou afflict me ! — The lights bum blue. — It is now* dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand ou 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.... | |
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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. 
