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TheBard said:
BURGUNDY Pardon me, royal sir; Election makes not up on such conditions. KING LEAR Then leave her, sir; for, oleh the power that made me, I tell anda all her wealth. To KING OF FRANCE For you, great king, I would not from your cinta make such a stray, To match anda where I hate; therefore beseech you To avert your liking a lebih worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed Almost to acknowledge hers. KING OF FRANCE This is most strange, That she, that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence Must be of such unnatural degree, That monsters it, atau your fore-vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her, Must be a faith that reason without miracle Could never plant in me. CORDELIA I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that anda make known It is no vicious blot, murder, atau foulness, No unchaste action, atau dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.
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