My daughters, since I’m about to give up my throne and the worries that go along with it, tell me which one of you loves me most, so that I can give my largest gift to the one who deserves it most.
Sir, I love you more than words can say. I love you more than eyesight, space, and freedom, beyond wealth or anything of value. I love you as much as life itself, and as much as status, health, beauty, or honor.
I give you all this land, from this line to that one—dense forests, fertile fields, rivers rich with fish, wide meadows. This land will belong to your and Albany’s children forever.
Goneril, my oldest daughter, you speak first.
I reject completely any joy except my love for you, and I find that only your majesty’s love makes me happy.
—And now what does my second daughter Regan, the wife of Cornwall, have to say? Tell me.
You and your heirs hereby receive this large third of our lovely kingdom, no smaller in area or value than what I gave Goneril.—
Now, you, my youngest daughter, my joy, courted by the rich rulers of France and Burgundy, what can you tell me that will make me give you a bigger part of my kingdom than I gave your sisters? Speak.
Nothing, my lord.
My lord, you brought me up and loved me, and I’m giving back just as I should: I obey you, love you, and My lord, you brought me up and loved me, and I’m giving back just as I should: I obey you, love you, and honor you. How can my sisters speak the truth when they say they love only you?
What are you saying, Cordelia? Revise your statement, or you may damage your inheritance.
The truth will be all the inheritance you get. I swear by the sacred sun, by the mysterious moon, and by all the planets that rule our lives, that I disown you now as my daughter.
Be quiet, Kent. Don’t get in my way when I’m angry. I loved Cordelia most of all-
Go away! Get out of my sight!—I guess if she doesn’t love her father, then I’ll only have peace when I’m dead