1 He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.
2 It is both he and she, Your son and daughter.
3 Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her.
4 Your son and daughter found this trespass worth The shame which here it suffers.
5 Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again.
6 But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.
7 I prythee, daughter, do not make me mad: I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another.
8 Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly, for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
9 I have another daughter, Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable: When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails She'll flay thy wolvish visage.
10 Go you before to Gloucester with these letters: acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
11 A fox when one has caught her, And such a daughter, Should sure to the slaughter, If my cap would buy a halter; So the fool follows after.
12 The princes, France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.
13 Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's i the town; Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers What we are come about, and by no means Will yield to see his daughter.
14 Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
15 The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter.
16 Reverse thy state; And in thy best consideration check This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgement, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sounds Reverb no hollowness.
17 My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgement your highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont; there's a great abatement of kindness appears as well in the general dependants as in the Duke himself also, and your daughter.
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