 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 psl.
...Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing? Car. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. Car. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my...How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Car. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me : I Return those... | |
 | John Pendleton Kennedy - 1851 - 406 psl.
...Cordelia: 'Then poor Cordelia! And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love 's More richer than my tongue ' 'Unhappy that I am ; I cannot heave My heart into...love your majesty According to my bond; nor more, nor loss.' " Speaking of the power to punish for contempts, the argument ia introduced with the following... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 psl.
...sisters? Speak. Gor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing ; speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave...into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my hond; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 psl.
...Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I canuotlieave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According...How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me : I Return those... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 psl.
...Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot neave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, howr Cordelia P mend your speech a littte, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 psl.
...sisters ? "Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord; Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: best agrees with night. — Come, civil* it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, Von have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I Return those... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 psl.
...Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speah ack hair, Shall, whiles the head is warm and new cut...Wind-changing Warwick now can change no Enter OXFORD, with it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me : I Return those... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 psl.
...slstA-s ? Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. Cor, Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave...How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd rne : I Return those... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1856 - 484 psl.
...all. the idle echoes that came sounding from the hollow caverns in the hearts of Goneril and Regan : " Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my...majesty According to my bond — nor more, nor less." Cordelia's voice, we are told, " was ever soft, gentle, and low/'' But it was unintelligible to a mind... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 psl.
...? Speak. COR. Nothing, my lord. LEAR. Nothing ? COR. Nothing. LEAR. Nothing will come of nothing : speak again. COR. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave...my mouth ; I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less. LEAR. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.... | |
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less. 
