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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:–Some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia:— Nay, send in time. Alb. Run, run, O, run— Edg. To who, my lord?—Who has the office? send Thy token of reprieve. Edm. Well thought on; take my sword, Give it the captain. Alb. Haste thee, for thy life. [Erit 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.
Enter LEAR, with CoR DELIA dead in his arms;
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!—O, you are men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack:—O, she is gone for
Kent. * Is this the promis'd end?
Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives! if it be so,
Kent. O my good master! [kneeling,
Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!— Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st?—Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman :I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.
Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Lear. Did I not, fellow
I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated,
Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent?
Rent. 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;–
Lear. I'll see that straight.
Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps.
Lear. You are welcome hither.
Rent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and
Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd themselves, And desperately are dead.
Lear. Ay, so I think.
Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we present us to him.
Edg. . Very bootless.
Enter an Officer.
Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Alb. That’s but a trifle here.— You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. What comfort to this great decay may come, Shall be applied: For us, we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power:—You, to your rights;
[To Edgar and Kent.
With boot, and such addition as your honours