Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing

Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, speake againe

Cor. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue
My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maiesty
According to my bond, no more nor lesse

Lear. How, how Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
Least you may marre your Fortunes

Cor. Good my Lord,
You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me.
I returne those duties backe as are right fit,
Obey you, Loue you, and most Honour you.
Why haue my Sisters Husbands, if they say
They loue you all? Happily when I shall wed,
That Lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry
Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie,
Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters

Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. I my good Lord

Lear. So young, and so vntender?
Cor. So young my Lord, and true

Lear. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dowre:
For by the sacred radience of the Sunne,