Infernorum
Inferno   Emden, Niedersachsen, Germany
 
 
𝘔𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘦

Act I
Lear : But goes thy heart with this?
Cordelia : Ay, my good lord.
Lear : So young and so untender?
Cordelia : So young, my lord, and true.
Lear :
Let it be so. Thy truth, then, be thy dower,
For by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The mysteries of Hecate and the night,
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist and cease to be,
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity, and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee from this forever. The barbarous Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbored, pitied, and relieved
As thou my sometime daughter.
Comentários
LaRaichuTTV 5/out./2024 às 8:55 
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Pr3d 21/mai./2021 às 10:51 
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