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Or with this paper shall I ftop it;
Gon. Say, if I do; the Laws are mine, not thine;
Alb. Monster, know'st thou this paper ?
Edy. Let's exchange charity :
Edm. Thou'st spoken right, 'tis true,
Alb. Methought, thy very gate did prophesie
Edg. Worthy Prince, I know't.
self? How have
you known the miseries of your father? Edg. By nursing them, my lord. Lift a brief tale, And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst ! The bloody Proclamation to escape That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly bear, Rather than die at once) taught me to shift Into a mad-man's rags ; t'assume a Semblance, The very Dogs disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious gems new loft ; became his guide,
Baff. This speech of yours hath mov'd me,
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in,
- This would have seem'd a Period,
Alb. But who was this?
Edg. Kent, Sir; the banish'd Kent, who in disguise Follow'd his enemy King, and did him Service Improper for a Slave.
Edg. What means this bloody knife ?
Gent. 'Tis hot, it smoaks; it came even from the heart Of O! she's dead.
Alb. Who's dead ? speak, man.
Gent. Your lady, Sir, your lady ; and her fifter By her is poison'd; the confefses it.
Edm. I was contracted to them both ; all three Now marry
in an instant. Edg. Here comes Kent.
[Gonerill and Regan's Bodies brought out.
Kent. I am come
Alb. Great thing of us forgot!
Kent. Alack, why thus ?
Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd :
Alb. Even so; cover their faces.
Edm. I pant for life; some Good I mean to do,
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. Hafte thee for thy life. [Exit Mesenger. Edm. He hath Commislion from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
[Edmund is berne off Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms.
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl, O, you are men
of stone ; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them fo, That heaven's vault should crack : fhe'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 mift or stain the stone, Why then she lives.
Kent. Is this the promis'd End ?
Lear. This feather stirs, she lives ; if it be so,
[Kneeling. Lear. Pr’ythee, away Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Lear. A plague upon you, murth’rous traitors all fi I might have fav'd her ; now she's gone for ever!: Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is't thou fay'st? her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. I kill'd the slave, that was a hanging thee.
Gent. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Lear. Did I not, fellow ?
Who are you?
you strait. Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov’d and hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. Are you not Kert ?
Kent. The same; your servant Kents. Where is your servant Caius ?
Lear. 'Twas a good fellow, I can tell you that, (29) 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 fad steps –
Lear. You're welcome hither. ·Kent. Nor no man else ; – all's cheerless, dark, and
Lear. Ay, so I think.
Enter a Mesenger.
Alb. That's but a trifle.
Lear. And my poor Fool is hangd: no, no, no life. Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all I thou'lt come no more, Never, never; never, never, never
(29) He's a good Fellow, I can tell you that, He'll strike and quickly too:
he's dead and rotten. ] We have seen Lear mad; but, Qever, a ftark Fool till this Moment; to tell us, that a dead and rotten Man will strike quickly. But it was a Stupidity of the Editors, and not chargeable on the Poet.