Cordelia: 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 carry
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?
ay, my good lord.
Lear: so young, and so untender?
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,
By all the operation 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 forever. The barbarous scythian
Or he that makes his generation messes
to gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbored, 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!
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,
preeminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,
With reservation of a hundred knights,