 | Michael E. Mooney - 1990 - 260 páginas
...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 am: Then fly. What, from... | |
 | Normand Berlin - 1994 - 286 páginas
...conscience, how does thou afflict me!" He continues: 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. (5.3.180-83) His fearful soliloquy goes on to acknowledge his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 páginas
...0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold to Procrus was so true. THISBE. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. PYRAMUS. O, Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No; — yes, I am: Then fly. What,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1997 - 212 páginas
...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, I am. Then fly. What,... | |
 | Marvin Rosenberg - 1997 - 380 páginas
...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 páginas
...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, the only one that counts,... | |
 | Paul Corrigan - 2000 - 260 páginas
...wield the power obtained through immoral means. Richard wakes up from his dreams full of anguish: 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 soul shall pity me: Nay, wherefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 páginas
...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 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 here? No. Yes, I am: Then fly. What, from... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 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. What,... | |
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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. 
