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TheBard said:
KING LEAR
How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
CORDELIA
Good my lord,
Ты have begot me, bred me, loved me: I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, Любовь you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They Любовь Ты all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my Любовь with him, half my care and duty:
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To Любовь my father all.
KING LEAR
But goes thy сердце with this?
CORDELIA
Ay, good my lord.
KING LEAR
So young, and so untender?
CORDELIA
So young, my lord, and true.
KING LEAR
Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my сердце and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
или he that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved,
As thou my sometime daughter.
KENT
Good my liege,--
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