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Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. What shall Cordelia do ? Love, and be silent.
[aside. Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line
to this, With shadowy forests and with champains 1 rich'd, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual.—What says our second daughter, Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall ? Speak.
Re. I am made of that self metal as my sister, And prize me at her worth. In my true heart I find, she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short ;-that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys, Which the most precious square 2 of sense possesses ; And find, I am alone felicitate In your dear highness' love. Cor.
Then poor Cordelia ! [aside. And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love 's More richer than my tongue.
Lear. To thee and thine, hereditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; No less in space, validity,3 and pleasure, Than that confirm'd on Goneril.--Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy
1 Open plains. 3 Value.
Strive to be interess’d; -what can you say, to
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor.
Good my lord,
Lear. But goes this with thy heart ?
Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender?
Cor. So young, my lord, and true.
Lear. Let it be so: thy truth then be thy dower :
Good my liege,
-Hence, and avoid my sight!
[to Cordelia. So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her father's heart from her !--Call France !-Who
I His children,