King LearIndependently Published, 2021 M04 24 - 123 pages Book Excerpt: ...her worth. In my true heartI find she names my very deed of love;Only she comes too short, --that I professMyself an enemy to all other joysWhich the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitateIn your dear highness' love.Cor.[Aside.] Then poor Cordelia!And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love'sMore richer than my tongue.Lear.To thee and thine hereditary everRemain this ample third of our fair kingdom;No less in space, validity, and pleasureThan that conferr'd on Goneril.--Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young loveThe vines of France and milk of BurgundyStrive to be interess'd; what can you say to drawA third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.Cor.Nothing, my lor |