Page 1778 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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CORDELIA
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave [90]
My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
LEAR
How, how, Cordelia! Mend your speech a little,
Lest you may mar your fortunes.
CORDELIA
Good my Lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov’d me: I [95]
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Happily, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry [100]
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 thy heart with this?
CORDELIA
Ay, my good Lord.
LEAR
So young, and so untender? [105]
CORDELIA
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,
