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To avert your liking a more worthier way,
This is most strange!
I yet beseech your majesty, (If for? I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not;
since what I well intend, I'll do 't before I speak) that you make known, It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonor'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favor : But even for want of that, for which I am richer ; A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue That I am glad I have not, though, not to have it, Hath lost me in your liking. Lear.
Hadst not been born, than not to have pleased me
better. France. Is it no more but this ? a tardiness in
Lear. Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.
Bur. I am sorry then, you have so lost a father, That you must lose a husband. Cor.
Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife. France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being
poor ; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised; Thee and thy virtues here I seise upon : Be it lawful, I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange, that from their cold'st
neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my
but Lair, Evely, (vrtua,
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thuh'd eyes :51: I know you wat fou are, an m<l is to call
u f within his grace
mbetti pia born ??. Uz oila duties.,
Let pour audy Tird, who hath received you
You hart obedience saster. wurth the want that you se
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