SCENE IV.
France.
Bid farewel to your sisters.
Cor.
Ye jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you; I know what you are,
And, like a sister, am most loth to call
Your faults, as they are nam'd. Love well our father;
To your professing bosoms I commit him;
But yet, alas! stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewel to you both.
Reg.
Prescribe not us our duty.
Gon.
Let your study
Be to content your Lord, who hath receiv'd you
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At fortune's alms; you have obedience scanted,
2 note
And well are worth the Want that you have wanted.
Cor.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides,
3 noteWho covers faults, at last with shame derides.
Well may you prosper!
France.
Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Exeunt France and Cordelia.
Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
