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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.

? Comprehension.

Strive to be interess’d; -what can you say, to

A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak.

Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing.
Lear. Nothing will come of nothing; speak

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more, nor less.
Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a

little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor.

Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I
Return those duties back as are right fit;
Obey you, love you, and most honor you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say,
They love you, all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall

Half my love with him, half my care, and duty.
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.

Lear. But goes this with thy heart ?

Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender?

i United.

Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

Lear. Let it be so: thy truth then be thy dower :
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun;
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night:
By all the operations of the orbs,
From whom we do exist, and cease to be ;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous

Or he that makes his generation 1 messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbor'd, pitied, and relieved,
As thou my sometime daughter.

Good my liege,
Lear. Peace, Kent !
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I loved her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery.

-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

stirs ?
Call Burgundy.-Cornwall, and Albany,
With my two daughters' dowers digest the third :
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my power,

I His children,

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