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Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
Re. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
Then poor Cordelia ! [aside.
Lear. To thee and thine, hereditary ever,
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 :
his appetite, shall to my bosom
Good my liege,
[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,