 Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. 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...  The Tragedy of Richard the Third - Strana 151autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1912 - 198 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1907 - 266 str.
...vanish. King Richard starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ! I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! 180 165. Thou . . . sleep] one line as Qq ; Thou . . . soule, Sleepe . . . sleepe (two lines) Ff.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 476 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 str.
...Give me another horse,3 — 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. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Richard... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 str.
...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. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 str.
...Steevens. I can by no means assent to the emendation which he proposes. P. 160.— 605.— 680. K . Rich. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. — It is not dead midnight. // is now dead midnight is, I think, the true reading. P. 162.— 607.— 683. K.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 str.
...me another horse, — bind up my .wounds,— Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — 3°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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 str.
...Rich. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — '.'0 d ) d ) — Is it not dead midnight? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 384 str.
...vanish. K. Rtc H. starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,6— ^bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. —...conscience, how dost thou afflict me! — The lights burn blue.7 — It is now dead midnight.s Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do 1 fear?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 str.
...bind up my [ The Ghosts vanish. K. RIcH. starts out of his dream. wounds,— Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft; I did but dream— O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me I—- The lights burn blue. 7 —It is now dead midnight. * Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 str.
...we suppose that the idea of shadows is included in what Richard calls a. frightful dream. M M.sai. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? ifc. — Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd — ] Eiiher tho two and twenty intermediate... | |
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