7362Our deerest Regan, wife to Cornwell, speake?

7463Reg. Sir I am made of the selfe same mettall that my sister is,

7564And prize me at her worth in my true heart,

7665I find she names my very deed of loue, 77onely she came short,

66That I professe 78my selfe an enemie to all other ioyes,

7967Which the most precious square of sence possesses,

8068And find I am alone felicitate, 81in your deere highnes loue.

8269Cord. Then poore Cord. 83& yet not so, since I am sure

70My loues 84more richer then my tongue.

8571Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer

8672Remaine this ample third of our faire kingdome,

8773No lesse in space, validity, and pleasure,

8874Then that confirm'd on Gonorill, but now our ioy,

8975Although the last, not least in our deere loue,

9176What can you say to win 92a third, more opulent

77Then your sisters.

9378Cord. Nothing my Lord.

9679Lear. How, nothing can come of nothing, speake (againe.

9780Cord. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue 98my heart into my

81mouth,--> I loue your Maiestie 99according to my bond, nor more nor

82lesse.

10083Lear. Goe to, goe to, mend your speech a little,

10184Least it may mar your fortunes.

10285Cord. Good my Lord,

10386You haue begot me, bred me, loued me,

10487I returne those duties backe as are right fit,

10588Obey you, loue you, and most honour you,

10689Why haue my sisters husbands if they say 107they loue you all,.

90Happely when I shall wed, 108that Lord whose hand

91Must take my plight, shall cary 109halfe my loue with him,

92Halfe my care and duty, 110sure I shall neuer

93Mary like my sisters, to loue my father all.

11194Lear. But goes this with thy heart?

11295Cord. I good my Lord.

11396Lear. So yong and so vntender.

11497Cord. So yong my Lord and true.

11598Lear. Well let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower,

11699For by the sacred radience of the Sunne,