CORDELIA
Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, loved 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.
Modern speech:
It is good Dad,
That you had me, took care of me and loved me: I
I am thankful that you did and I also love you,
And respect you as I should.
If my sisters love you as much as they say, why then did they get married?
If I ever do marry my husband
Will have half my love and half of my respect and duty:
But unlike my sisters I won't lie,
About how much love I have for you.
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