Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue
Cor. My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maiesty
Cor. According to my bond, no more nor lesse.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. How, how Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
Lear. Least you may marre your Fortunes.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Good my Lord,
Cor. You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me.
Cor. I returne those duties backe as are right fit,
Cor. Obey you, Loue you, and most Honour you.
Cor. Why haue my Sisters Husbands, if they say
Cor. They loue you all? Happily when I shall wed,
Cor. That Lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry
Cor. Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie,
Cor. Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters.
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. I my good Lord.