Cor. Then poore Cordelia,
And yet not so, since I am sure my loue's
More ponderous then my tongue
Lear. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer,
Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome,
No lesse in space, validitie, and pleasure
Then that conferr'd on Gonerill. Now our Ioy,
Although our last and least; to whose yong loue,
The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie,
Striue to be interest. What can you say, to draw
A third, more opilent then your Sisters? speake
Cor. Nothing my Lord
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing
Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, speake againe
Cor. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue
My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maiesty
According to my bond, no more nor lesse
Lear. How, how Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
Least you may marre your Fortunes
Cor. Good my Lord,
You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me.
I returne those duties backe as are right fit,
Obey you, Loue you, and most Honour you.
Why haue my Sisters Husbands, if they say
They loue you all? Happily when I shall wed,
That Lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry
Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie,
Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. I my good Lord
Lear. So young, and so vntender?
Cor. So young my Lord, and true