...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. All the lecturers on morality in the world could not give, in the most elaborate details, a more copious...

...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. profess myself, &c. 1 . that I profess, &c.] In that, ie inasmuch as, I 1 Which the most precious square...

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...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...lord. Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth :...

...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...lord. Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I...

...whose young love, The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be int'rest'd; what say you to draw A third, more opulent than your sisters ?...Cor.' Nothing, my Lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. [again. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing; speak. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into...

...whose young love. The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be int'rest'd; what say you to draw A third, more opulent than your sisters ?...Cor. Nothing, my Lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. [again. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing; speak. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into...

...sisters? Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing-: speak again. Car. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your...

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..."and most honour Speak. you>" Nothing, my lord. Cor. Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing; speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I...into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your...