Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
Mourn for Ophelia, if you like. Put ashes on your head because Cordelia was strangled. Cry out against Heaven because the daughter of Brabantio died. But don't waste your tears over Sibyl Vane. She was less real than they are.
This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that's gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
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