REGAN
Sir, I am made
Of the self-same metal that my sister is,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short: that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses;
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear highness' love.
Modern speech:
Dad, all my sister says are my exact sentiments,
So think of her as a representative of the both of us.
Truly what she says is exactly the way i feel for you;
Except i love you a bit more: so much more
That my only joy is the love I have for you,
And I alone would feel as if i achieved something
If all I had was your love.
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