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And these same croffes fpoil me. Who are you?
Kent. If fortune brag of two the lov'd and hated,
Lear. This is a dull fight : Are you not Kent?
Lear. He's 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,
You are welcome hither.
Ay, so I think.
Enter an Officer.
Of. Edmund is dead, my lord.
That's but a trifle here.
[To Edgar and Kent. With boot, and such addition as your honours Have more than merited. All friends Thall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life:
He faints !-My lord, my lord,-
Look up, my lord.
O, he is gone, indeed.
Alb. Bear them from hence.- Our present business
[To Kent and EDGAR. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, fir, shortly to go; My master calls, and 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 borne moft; we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a dead march.