| 1. | Poor Cordelia. And yet not so, since I am sure my love’s more ponderous than my tongue. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my heart. |
| 2. | I love your majesty according to my bond, no more nor less. 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 honor you. |
| 3. | Why have my sisters’ husbands if they say they love you at all? Haply, when I shall wed, that Lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry half my love with him, half my cure and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, to love my father at all. |
| 4. | I yet beseech your majesty – If I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not, since what I well intend I’ll do it before I speak. |
| 5. | You make it known it is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, no unchaste action or dishonored step that hath deprived me of your grace and favor. But even for want of that for which I am richer, I am glad I have not, though not have it hath lost me your liking. |
King Lear Cordelia Monologue
July 21, 2019