France.
Bid farewell 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 loath to call
Your faults as they are nam'd. Love well our father:
To your ^{g note}professing bosoms I commit him;
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewell to you both.

Reg.
Prescribe not us our duty.

Gon.
Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you
At fortunes alms; you have obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

Cor.
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,
Who covers faults, at last with shame derides.
Well may you prosper.

France.
Come my fair Cordelia. [Exeunt France and Cor.

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