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[Gonerill and Regan's bodies brought oxi.
Kent. Sir, I am come
131b. Great thing of us forgot ! Speak, Edmund, where's the King ? and where's Cordelia? See’rt thou this object, Kent? [Pointing to the dead bodies,
Kent, Alack, why thus?
Baft. Yet Edmund was belov'd :
Alb. Even so ; cover their faces.
Baft. I pant for life; some good I mean to do,
Alb. Run, run, O run, make hafte.
Eag. To whom, my Lord? who has the office ? Send Thy tok:n of reprieve.
Baf. Well thought on, take my sword,
[Bastard is born off SCENE X. Enter Lear with Cordelia dead in bis arms. Lear, Howl,howi,howl,how!, -0,you are men of ftons, Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them fo, That heaven's vault should crack ; The's gone for ever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives ;
She's dead as earth! lend me a looking-glass,
Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?
Lear. This feather stirs, the lives ; if it be fo,
[Koseling, Lear. Pr’ythee, awayEdg. 'Tis noble Kent your friend.
Lear. A plague upon you, murth'rers, traitors all!
Gent. 'Tis true, my Lords, he did.
Lear. Did I not, fellow ?
Who are you?
Kent. If fortune brag of two fhe lor'd and hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. Are you not Kent ?
Kent. The same ; your servant Kent; Where is your servant Caius?
Lear. 'Twas a good fellow, I can tell you that,
Kent. No, my good Lord, I am the very man,
Kent. That from your first of difference and decay,
Lear. You're welcome hither,
Kent. 'Twas no man else: all's cheerless,dark and deadly? Your eldeft daughters have fore-done themselves, And desp'rately are dead.
Lear. Ay, fo I think.
Alb. He knows not what he says, and vain is it That we prefent us to him,
Edg. Very bootless.
Enter a Meffenger. Mes. Edmund is dead, my Lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle.
Lear. Q see, see-
Kent. Vex not his ghoft: oh, let him pass! He hates him, That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer.
Edg. He is gone indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd fo long : He but usurpt his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence, our present bufiness Is general woe: friends of my soul, you twain, Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state fuftain.
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go ; My master calls me, I must not say no.
Alb, The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldeft hath born most; we that are young Shall never see so much, live e'er so long,
[Exeunt with a dead march,
First ; afterwards knighted by the name of Sir Richard
Plantagenet. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Suppos’d Brotber to the
Bastard. JAMES GURNEY, Servant to the Lady Faulconbridge, PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet, PHILIP, King of France, LEWIS, the Dauphin. Arcb-Duke of Austria. PANDULPNO, the Pope's Legate. MELUN, a French Lord, CHATILION, Ambassador from France to King Johan ELINOR, Queen-mother of England. CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. BLANCH, Daugbter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and
Neice to King John.
Soldiers, and other Attendants.
The Scene Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.