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Enter Kent,
Alb. Produce the bodies, be they live or dead,

[Gonerill and Regan's bodies brought oxi.
This judgment of the heav'ns, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity.--0! is this He?
The time will not allow the compliment [To Kent
Which very manners urge.

Kent. Sir, I am come
To bid my King and Mafter aye good night;
Is he not here?

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 :
The one the other poison'd for my fake,
And after sew herself.

Alb. Even so ; cover their faces.

Baft. I pant for life; some good I mean to do,
Detpight of mine own nature. Quickly fend
(3e brief) into the castle; for my writ
Is on the life or Lear and Cordelia ;
Nay, send in time,

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,
Give it the captain-
Edg. Haste thee for thy life.

Ex. Meffenger.
Baft. He hath commission from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair.
Alb. The Gods defend her! bear him hence a while.

[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,
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why then the lives.

Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?

Lear. This feather stirs, the lives ; if it be fo,
It is a chance which do's redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt,
Kent. O my good master !

[Koseling, Lear. Pr’ythee, awayEdg. 'Tis noble Kent your friend.

Lear. A plague upon you, murth'rers, traitors all!
I might have fav'd ber; now she's gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!-
What is't thou say’ft ? her voice was ever soft, 1
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
I kill'd the Nave that was a hanging thee,

Gent. 'Tis true, my Lords, he did.

Lear. Did I not, fellow ?
I've seen the day, with my good biting faulchion
I would have made them fkip : I am old now,
And these fame crosses spoil me.

Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o’th' best. I'll tell you strait.

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,
He'd strike, and quickly too : he's dead and rotten.

Kent. No, my good Lord, I am the very man,
Lear, I'll see that ftrait.

Kent. That from your first of difference and decay,
Have follow'd your fad iteps.

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.
You Lords and noble friends, know our intent ;
What comfort to this great decay may come,
Shall be apply'd. For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old Majesty,
To him our absolute power: to you, your rights, [T. Edge
With boot, and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited. All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of their deservings.

Lear. Q see, see-
And my, poor fool is hang'd: no, no, no life,
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life,
And thou no breath at all? thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never,
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, Sir;
Do you see this ? look on her, look on her lips.
Look there, look there

[He diese
Edg. He faints; my Lord !-
Kent. Break, heart, I pr’ythee, break.
Edg. Look up, my Lord!

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,





Prince HENRY, Son to the King,
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, and Nephew to the Kingi

English Lords.
HUBERT, an English Gentleman.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, Bastard-Son to Richard be

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.
Lady Faulconbridge, Mother to tbe Bastard and Robert

Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Melengers,

Soldiers, and other Attendants.

The Scene Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.


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