 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 608 str.
...Mid-night — ' Cold fearful Drops ftand on my trembling Flefh i What? do I fear my felf? There's none elfe by, Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I. Is there a Murtherer here? No; Yes, I amt Then fly? what from my felf? Great reafon; why? Left I revenge. What?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 530 str.
...Affiftance. Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefh. What? do I fear my felf? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here ? no ; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from my felf? great reafon ; why? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 str.
...tho' I could not eflentially give Thee anf Affifiaocc. What ? do I fear my felf ? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here ? no ; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from my felf? great realon ; why? Lett I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 str.
...tho' I could not eflenually give Thee any AfliUance. Whtt> What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murth'rer here? no; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon ; why ? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1907 - 266 str.
...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 ? N0. Yes, I am. 1 85 Then fly. What, from myself ? Great reason : why ? Lest I revenge. What, myself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 str.
...to lead theej tho' I tsulJ not ell'emullv give thee any What ? do I fear myfelf ? there's none elfe by ; 'Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here? no: yes, lam. Then fly what, from myfelf? great reafon ; why? Left I revenge, What?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 426 str.
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops fland on my trembling ftefh. What? do I fear myfelf? there's none elfe by ; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here? no; yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon; why? Left I revenge. What?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 328 str.
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling (te(h. What! do I fear myfelf? there's none elfe by; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? no — yes, I am. Then fly — what, from myfelf? great reafon; why ? Left I revenge.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 str.
...midnight ? Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling fldh. What do I fear ? myfelf? there's none elie by : Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here ? no ; — yes 5 I am : Then fly, — what, from myfelf ? Great reafon : Why? Left I... | |
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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. 
