 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 646 Seiten
...my mother Cold fearful drops (land on my trembling flefh. What do I fear? myfelf? there's none elfe by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there...here ? No; — Yes ; I am : Then fly,— What, from myfelf ? Great reafon: Why? Left I revenge. What? Myfelf upon myfelf? Alack I love myfelf. Wherefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 Seiten
...midnight. Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flem. What do I fear ? my felf ? there's none elfe by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there...here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly, — What, from my felf ? Great reafon : Why? Left, I revenge. What ? Myfelf on myfelf ? 1 love myfelf. Wherefore ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 Seiten
...midnight. Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefh. What do I fear ? myfelf ? there's none elfe by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there...here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly, — What, from myfelf > Great reafon : Why ? Left I revenge. What? Myfelf on myfelf ? I love myfelf. Wherefore ? for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 Seiten
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What...Then fly, — What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 568 Seiten
...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...Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;—Yes; lam: t Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 Seiten
...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...Then fly, — What, from myself? Great reason : Why ? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself ? 1 love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 Seiten
...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...Then fly, — What, from myself? Great reason : Why ? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? 1 love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 Seiten
...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...Then fly, — What, from myself? Great reason: Why? Lest I revenge. What ? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good, That I myself have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 Seiten
...0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me !— The light burns blue—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What...Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No;—Yes; I am : Then fly,—What, from myself? Great reason : Why ? Lest I revenge. What? Myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 Seiten
...coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — Is it not dead midnight? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What...Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I. Is there a murcl'rer here? No; — Yes; lam: rhenfly.-What.trom myself? Great reason: Why) Lest I revenge. What?... | |
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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. 
