Speeches (Lines) for Cordelia
in "King Lear"

Total: 31

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1

I,1,62

[aside] What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.

2

I,1,78

[aside] Then poor Cordelia!
And yet not so; since I am sure my love's
More richer than my tongue.

3

I,1,89

Nothing, my lord.

4

I,1,91

Nothing.

5

I,1,93

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.

6

I,1,98

Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.

7

I,1,109

Ay, good my lord.

8

I,1,111

So young, my lord, and true.

9

I,1,243

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 you make known
It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
No unchaste action or dishonoured step,
That hath depriv'd 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.

10

I,1,270

Peace be with Burgundy!
Since that respects of fortune are his love,
I shall not be his wife.

11

I,1,292

The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are;
And, like a sister, am most loath to call
Your faults as they are nam'd. Use well our father.
To your professed bosoms I commit him;
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place!
So farewell to you both.

12

I,1,305

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides.
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Well may you prosper!

13

IV,4,2516

Alack, 'tis he! Why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea, singing aloud,
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow weeds,
With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo flow'rs,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth.
Search every acre in the high-grown field
And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] What can man's
wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He that helps him take all my outward worth.

14

IV,4,2532

All blest secrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate
In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him!
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.

15

IV,4,2541

'Tis known before. Our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about.
Therefore great France
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right.
Soon may I hear and see him!

16

IV,7,2910

O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short
And every measure fail me.

17

IV,7,2916

Be better suited.
These weeds are memories of those worser hours.
I prithee put them off.

18

IV,7,2923

Then be't so, my good lord. [To the Doctor] How, does the King?

19

IV,7,2925

O you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
Th' untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father!

20

IV,7,2931

Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
I' th' sway of your own will. Is he array'd?

21

IV,7,2938

Very well.

22

IV,7,2941

O my dear father, restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!

23

IV,7,2946

Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
To be oppos'd against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick cross lightning? to watch- poor perdu!-
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all.- He wakes. Speak to him.

24

IV,7,2960

How does my royal lord? How fares your Majesty?

25

IV,7,2965

Sir, do you know me?

26

IV,7,2967

Still, still, far wide!

27

IV,7,2975

O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.
No, sir, you must not kneel.

28

IV,7,2990

And so I am! I am!

29

IV,7,2996

No cause, no cause.

30

IV,7,3005

Will't please your Highness walk?

31

V,3,3126

We are not the first
Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;
Myself could else outfrown false Fortune's frown.
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?

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