This led to an unfortunate chain of events.

Br. John Doe

He may be recognized by his headmark. You can tell him by the lounging style in which he shuffles along the leading streets, his face deformed by patches of filthy hair, and his garments cut after a rakish pattern.

Cordelia: Good my lord, / You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: I / Return those duties back as are right fit, / Obey you, love you, and most honour you. / Why have my sisters husbands if they say / They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, / That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry / Half my love with him, half my care and duty: / Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. Lear: But goes thy heart with this? Cordelia: Ay, good my lord. Lear: So young, and so untender? Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.