 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 стор.
...quiet. [The Attendant span them, Queen. Oh my Son! what Theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thoufand Brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my Sum. What wilt thou do for her? King. Oh he is mad, Laertes. Oueen. For love of God forbear him. Ham. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 стор.
...eye-lids will no longer wag. Ghteen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers - <• Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her? , King. O, he is mad, Leartes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 стор.
...eye-lids will no longer wag. Queen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? King. O he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God forbear him. liam.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 стор.
...eye-lids will no longer wag. Qtteen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I lovM Ophelia -, forty thoufend brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? £ing. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 стор.
...with him upon this theme, Until my eye-lids will no longer wag. Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? Quttn. Oh my fon ! what theme ? £>ueen. For love of God, forbear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 стор.
...eyelids will no longer wag. Jjhteen. Oh my fon, what theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. ^ueen. For love of God, forbear him.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 стор.
...lids will no longer wag. [theme, ^ufen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I loved Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for* her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Ham. Come, (hew me what thoul't do. Woo't... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 стор.
...eye-lids will no longer wag. §>ueen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thoufand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him.... | |
 | William Richardson - 1774 - 220 стор.
...the fincerity and ardour of his regard he gives undoubted evidence. I lov'd Ophelia : forty thoufind brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my fum. The tendency of indignation, and of furious and inflamed refentment, is to infliiSt punifhment... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 стор.
...this theme, .Until my eye-lids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son I what theme ) 280 Ham. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. — What wilt thou do-for her i King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham.... | |
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I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. 
