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'Tis hot, it smokes; It came even from the heart ofAlb.
::: Who, man? speak. Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister By her is poison'd; she confesses it.
Edm. I was contracted to them both; all three Now marry in an instant.
Alb. Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead!This judgment of the heavens, that makes us
. tremble, Touches us not with pity. (Exit Gentleman.
Here comes Kent, sir.
I am come
Great thing of us forgot!-
[The Bodies of Goneril and Regan are
brought in. Kent. Alack, why thus? Edm.
Yet Edmund was belov’d: The one the other poison'd for my sake, And after slew herself..
Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces.
Edm. I pant for life:-Soine good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,-.
And it. Even so
life: Soine Buickly s
This judgment, &c.] If Shakspeare had studied Aristotle all his life, he would not perhaps have been able to mark with more precision the distinct operations of terror and pity. TYRWHITT.
Be brief in it,--to the castle; for my writ
Run, run, 0, run-
Edm. Well thought on; take my sword, Give it the captain.
Alb. Haste thee, for thy life. [Exit EDGAR.
Edm. He hath commission from thy wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison, and To lay the blame upon her own despair, That she fordid herself.? Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.
[EDMUND is borne off.
Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his Arms; :
EDGAR, Officer, and Others...
men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack:40, she is gone
Is this the promis'd end?
· That she fordid herself.) To fordo, signifies to destroy. ·Kent. Is this the promis'd end?
Edg. Or image of that horror ?] By the promised end Kent does not mean that conclusion which the state of their affairs seemed to promise, but the end of the world.
Fall, and cease!" Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. Kent.
O my good master! [Kneeling. Lear. Pr'ythee, away,
Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Did I not, fellow?
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, One of them we behold."
Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent?
The same; Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; He'll strike, and quickly too:—He's dead and rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man;
* Fall, and cease.!] Albany, is looking with attention on the pains employed by Lear to recover his child, and knows to what miseries he must survive, when he finds them to be ineffectual. Having these images present to his eyes and imagination, he cries out, Rather fall, and cease to be, at once, than continue in existence only to be wretched. s If fortune brag of two she loo'd and hated,
One of them we behold.] i. e. If Fortune, to display the plenitude of her power, should brag of two persons, one of whom she had highly elevated, and the other she had wofully depressed, we now behold the latter.