Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 532 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister, And prise me at her worth. In my true heart, I find she names my very deed of love: Only she comes too short, that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys, Which the most precious square of sense professes, And find I am alone felicitate In your dear Highness' love. Then poor Cordelia, And yet not so, since I am sure my love's More ponderous than my tongue. To thee, and thine hereditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair Kingdom, No less in space, validity, and pleasure Then that confeired on Gonerill. Now our joy, Although our last and least; to whose young love, The Vines of France, and Milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interest. What can you say, to draw A third, more opilent than your Sisters? speak. Nothing my Lord. Nothing? Nothing. Nothing will 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. How, how Cordelia? Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your Fortunes. Good my Lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me. I return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, Love you, and most Honour you. Why have my Sister's Husbands, if they say They love you all? Happily 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. But goes thy heart with this? I my good Lord. So young, and so untender? So young my Lord, and true. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dowry: For by the sacred radiance of the Sun, The miseries 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 heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighboured, pitied, and relieved, As thou my sometime Daughter. Good my Liege. Peace Kent, Come not between the Dragon and his wrath, I loved her most, and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery. Hence and avoid my sight: So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her Father's heart from her; call France, who stirs? Call Burgundy, Cornwall, and Albany, With my two Daughters Dowres, digest the third, Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her: I do invest you jointly with my power, Pre-eminence, and all the large effects That troop with Majesty. Ourself by Monthly course, With reservation of an hundred Knights. By you to be sustained, shall our abode Make with you by due turn, only we shall retain The name, and all th' addition to a King: the Sway, Revennew Execution of the rest, Beloved Sons be yours, which to confirm, This Coronet part between you.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am made of that ſelfe-mettle as my Siſter, And prize me at her worth. In my true heart, I finde ſhe names my very deede of loue: Onely ſhe comes too ſhort, that I profeſſe My ſelfe an enemy to all other ioyes, Which the moſt precious ſquare of ſenſe profeſſes, And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highneſſe loue. Then poore Cordelia, And yet not ſo, ſince I am ſure my loue's More ponderous then my tongue. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer, Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome, No leſſe in ſpace, validitie, and pleaſure Then that confeir'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. Nothing my Lord. Nothing? Nothing. Nothing will come of nothing, ſpeake againe. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maieſty According to my bond, no more nor leſſe. How, how Cordelia? Mend your ſpeech a little, Leaſt you may marre your Fortunes. 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. But goes thy heart with this? I my good Lord. So young, and ſo vntender? So young my Lord, and true. Let it be ſo, thy truth then be thy dowre: For by the ſacred radience of the Sunne, The miſeries of Heccat and the night: By all the operation of the Orbes, From whom we do exiſt, and ceaſe to be, Heere I diſclaime all my Paternall care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a ſtranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for euer. The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation meſſes To gorge his appetite, ſhall to my boſome Be as well neighbour'd, pittied, and releeu'd, As thou my ſometime Daughter. Good my Liege. Peace Kent, Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath, I lou'd her moſt, and thought to ſet my reſt On her kind nurſery. Hence and avoid my ſight: So be my graue my peace, as here I giue Her Fathers heart from her; call France, who ſtirres? Call Burgundy, Cornwall, and Albanie, With my two Daughters Dowres, digeſt the third, Let pride, which ſhe cals plainneſſe, marry her: I doe inueſt you ioyntly with my power, Preheminence, and all the large effects That troope with Maieſty. Our ſelfe by Monthly courſe, With reſeruation of an hundred Knights. By you to be ſuſtain'd, ſhall our abode Make with you by due turne, onely we ſhall retaine The name, and all th' addition to a King: the Sway, Reuennew Execution of the reſt, Beloued Sonnes be yours, which to confirme, This Coronet part betweene you.