Lear's Labour's Lost
                                                         copyright © 2007 Jeff Goode

            ACT IV

            SCENE 4 - The French camp, near Dover.
                  Enter the PRINCESS, CORDELIA and BOYET
            PRINCESS
               Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
               Look you what I have from the loving king.
            CORDELIA 
               Madame, came nothing else along with that?
            PRINCESS
               Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
               As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
               Cordelia, but you have a favour too:
               Who sent it? and what is it?
            CORDELIA 
                                   I would you knew:
               Nay, I have verses too, I thank Lord Kent:
               I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
               O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
            PRINCESS
               Any thing like?
            CORDELIA 
               Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.
            PRINCESS 
               Will you hear this letter with attention?
            CORDELIA 
               As we would hear an oracle.
            BOYET 
               Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
            PRINCESS 
                                                                    Reads
               'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth
               itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer
               than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! 
                                            As she reads, enter KING LEAR upon the stormy
                                              heath, reciting the same; COSTARD following

Forth!