:03:02
and you, our no less
loving son of Albany,
:03:09
we have, this hour
a constant will
:03:16
to publish our daughters'
several dowers
:03:23
that future strife
may be prevented now.
:03:32
The Princes France
and Burgundy,
:03:37
great rivals in our
youngest daughter's love,
:03:43
here are to be answered.
:03:54
Tell me,
:03:58
my daughters,
:04:01
which of you shall we say
doth love us most?
:04:13
Goneril, our eldest-born,
:04:19
speak first.
:04:36
Sir, I love you
more than word
can wield the matter;
:04:40
dearer than eyesight,
space or liberty;
:04:44
beyond what can be
valued rich or rare;
no less than life
:04:51
with grace, health,
beauty, honour;
:04:57
as much as child
e'er loved or father found;