Expressing love 2

Discussion dans 'toutes les poésies...' créé par blueberry, 23 Avril 2005.

  1. blueberry

    blueberry Visiteur

    13 Avril 2005
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    Cordelie: Then poor Cordelia!
    And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
    More richer than my tongue.

    King Lear:
    To thee and thine hereditary ever
    Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
    No less in space, validity, and pleasure
    Than that conferr'd on Goneril.--Now, our joy,
    Although the last, not least; to whose young love
    The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interess'd; what can you say to draw
    A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

    Nothing, my lord.

    King Lear:


    King Lear:
    Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.

    Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
    My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
    According to my bond; no more nor less.

    King Lear:
    How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little,
    Lest you may mar your fortunes.

    Good my lord,
    You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: I
    Return those duties back as are right fit,
    Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
    Why have my sisters husbands if they say
    They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
    That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
    Half my love with him, half my care and duty:
    Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
    To love my father all.

    King Lear:
    But goes thy heart with this?

    Ay, good my lord.

    King Lear:
    So young, and so untender?

    So young, my lord, and true.

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