FRANCE Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor, Most choice forsaken266, and most loved despised, Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon267: Takes her hand Be it lawful268, I take up what’s cast away. Gods, gods! ’Tis strange that from their269 cold’st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed270 respect.— Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance271, Is queen of us, of ours and our fair France: Not all the dukes of wat’rish273 Burgundy Can buy this unprized274 precious maid of me.— Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind275. Thou losest here, a better where276 to find.
