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Alb. Even so; cover their faces.
Edm. I pant for life; some Good I mean to do, Despight of mine own nature. Quickly send, (Be brief) into 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 whom, my lord ? who has the office ? Send Thy token of reprieve.
Édm. Well thought on, take my sword, Give it the Captain
Edg. Halte thee for thy life. (Exit Messenger.
Edm. 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.
[Edmund is borne off SC E N E X.
Lear. Homen of fone;
Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms.
men of stone;
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 she lives.
Kent. Is this the promis'd End ?
Lear. This feather stirs, she lives; if it be fo,
Lear. A plague upon you, murd'rous traitors all ! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!-
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 skip: I am old now, And these fame crosses spoil me. Who are you? Mine eyes are none o'th' best. I'll tell
strait. Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'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,
Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps
Lear. You're welcome hither.
Lear. Ay, so I think.
Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain is it That we present us to him. Edg. Very bootless.
Enter a Mesenger.
Alb. That's but a trifle:
During the life of this old Majesty,
Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d: no, no, no life.
Edg. He faints, my lord, ,
Edg. He is gone, indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long : He but usurpt his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence, our present business Is general woe: friends of my foul, you twain Rule in this Realm, and the gord State sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go; My master calls me; I must not say, no. [Dies.
Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
(Exeunt with a dead March.