 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.  Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale - Página 167por William Shakespeare, Henry Norman 1814-1886 Hudson - 1872 - 218 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 370 páginas
...Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by.* — Is there a murderer here ? No. — Yes. — I am. Then fly.— What! from myself? Great reason.* Why t Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself ? 1 love myself. Wherefore ? » * All these sentences have... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 páginas
...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...a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly, — ' W hat, from myself ? Great reason : Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself ? 1 love myself.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 páginas
...I—- The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. ere't toad, or adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner. Go. To thy further fear, Nay, to 1ч there a murderer here ? No ; — Ye* ; I am : Then fly,— What, from myself? Great Why? Lest I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 556 páginas
...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, from myself ? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 576 páginas
...stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : Eichard loves Eichard ; that is, I am I. ? Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; 1 am : Then fly, — What, from myself ? Great reason : Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 páginas
...The lights burn blue. — It is now (lend midnight. Cold (earful drops stand on my trembling flesh. reasoi "Why? Lest I revenue. What? Myself on myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore? for any good, That I... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 476 páginas
...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...What, from myself? Great reason : why? Lest I revenge. What! Myself upon myself ? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have done... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 páginas
...now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do 1 fear? myself? there 's e my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself; What : myself upon myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore : for any good That I myself have done unto myself?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 538 páginas
...oft he roareth in his sleep.'* H. 17 " There is in this, as in many of the Poet's speeches of pasIs there a murderer here ? No ; — yes ; I am : Then...what! from myself? Great reason: why? Lest I revenge. What ! Myself upon myself? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done... | |
 | 1856 - 518 páginas
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. — What do I fear ? Myself ? There's none else by : Richard...From myself ? Great reason ; why ? Lest I revenge. What ! Myself on myself ? 1 love myself ? Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself?... | |
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