![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=OskkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 pages
...longer wag. £>ueen. Oh my fon ! what theme ? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufknd brothers Could riot 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. Ham. Come, fhew me what thou'lt do. ^Voo't weep? woo't fight?... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=zTIJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Richardson - 1774 - 220 pages
...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 on the... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=LYA0AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pages
...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.... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=1gUFAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Royal Society of Edinburgh - 1790 - 632 pages
...the grave. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eye- lids will no longer wag. 1 loved OPHELIA ; forty thoufand brothers Could not, with...of love, Make up my fum. What wilt thou do for her ? - Come, fhew me what thou'lt do. Woo't weep ? woo't fight ? woo't faft ? woo't tear thyfelf ? Woo't... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=3MkjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pages
...thi 40 Ham. 1 lov'd Ophelia; forty thoufand brother» 'ould not with all their quantity of love Hake up my fum — What wilt thou do for her ? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Saucen. For love of God, forbear him. Hum. Shew me what thou'lt do : Woo't weep? woo" t fight? woo't... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=_MojAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 pages
...whether love leads fortune, or elfc fortune love . . . • _ / Hamltt. •— I lov'd Ophelia; fa-ty thoufand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my fum '•— It is merely a luft of the blood, and a permiflion of the will Otbdh. — Make love's quick... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=xNIjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pages
...him upon this theme, «< Until my eyelids will no longer wag.— " 1 lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoulanj brothers " Could not with all their quantity of love •< Make up my fum." When Hamlet fays, " the bravery of his grief did put me Into a twaering f>aj/ion," I think, he means,... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=_TQJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 692 pages
...a queftion left us yet to prove, whether love leads fortune, or elfe fortune lo/e - - Hamlet — I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers could not with all their quantity of love mikeupmyfum - - — It is merely a lud of the blood, and a pcrmifljon of the will OllxiU — Make love's... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=pjYlAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 702 pages
...a queftion left us yet to prove, whether love leads fortune, or elfe fortune fo.e - - Hamlet. — I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thoufand brothers could not with all their quantity of lore make up my Aim " • *" — It is merely a luft of the blood, and a permilfion of the will Q —... | |
![](https://books.google.az/books/content?id=RjkUAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 pages
...forrow : " Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, " Until my eyelids will no longer wag. — " I lov'd Ophelia; forty thoufand brothers " Could not...with all their quantity of love " Make up my fum." When Hamlet fays, " the bravery of his grief did put roe into a towering pajjion" I think, he means,... | |
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