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Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, Sir ;
Edg. He faints ; my lord,
Kent. Vex not his ghoft: 0, let him pass! He hates him,
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 soul, you twain Rule in this Realm, and the gor'd State sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go ; My master calls me; I must not say, no.
[Dies. A1b. The weight of this fad time we must obey, (30) Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldeft hath borne most ; we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt with a dead March. (30) Alb. The Weight of this Sad Time, &c.) This Speech from the Authority of the Old 410 is rightly placid to Albao ny : in the Edition by the Players it is given to Edgar, by whom, I doubt not, it was of Custom spoken. And the Case was this : He who play'd Edgar, being a more favourite As. tor, than he who personated Albany; in Spight of Decorum, it was thought proper he should have the last word.