Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. I shall not be his wife.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poore,
Fra. Most choise forsaken, and most lou'd despis'd,
Fra. Thee and thy vertues here I seize vpon,
Fra. Be it lawfull I take vp what's cast away.
Fra. Gods, Gods! 'Tis strange, that from their cold'st neglect
Fra. My Loue should kindle to enflame'd respect.
Fra. Thy dowrelesse Daughter King, throwne to my chance,
Fra. Is Queene of vs, of ours, and our faire France:
Fra. Not all the Dukes of watrish Burgundy,
Fra. Can buy this vnpriz'd precious Maid of me.
Fra. Bid them farewell Cordelia, though vnkinde,
Fra. Thou loosest here a better where to finde.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Thou hast her France, let her be thine, for we
Lear. Haue no such Daughter, nor shall euer see
Lear. That face of hers againe, therfore be gone,
Lear. Without our Grace, our Loue, our Benizon:
Lear. Come Noble Burgundie.