Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Reg. Onely she comes too short, that I professe
Reg. My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes,
Reg. Which the most precious square of sense professes,
Reg. And finde I am alone felicitate
Reg. In your deere Highnesse loue.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Then poore Cordelia,
Cor. And yet not so, since I am sure my loue's
Cor. More ponderous then my tongue.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer,
Lear. Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome,
Lear. No lesse in space, validitie, and pleasure
Lear. Then that confer'd on Gonerill. Now our Ioy,
Lear. Although our last and least; to whose yong loue,
Lear. The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie,
Lear. Striue to be interest. What can you say, to draw
Lear. A third, more opilent then your Sisters? Speake.
Cor. Nothing my Lord.