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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;
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a love that makes
breath poor and speech unable.
:05:08
Beyond all manner
of so much I love you.
:05:25
Of all these bounds,
:05:28
even from this line to this,
:05:32
we make thee lady:
:05:35
To thine and Albany's issues
be this perpetual.
:05:42
What says our
second daughter,
:05:45
our dearest Regan,
:05:47
wife of Cornwall?
:05:50
Speak.
:05:56
I am made of that self metal
as my sister,