Alb. Even so; cover their faces. Edm. I pant for life; fome 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. Edm. Well thought on, take my fword, Give it the Captain- Edg. Hafte thee for thy life. [Exit Meffenger. Edm. He hath Commission from thy wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prifon, and To lay the blame upon her own despair. Alb. The Gods defend her! bear him hence a while. Lear. [Edmund is borne off. SCENE X. Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms. HOWL, howl, howl, howl, men of stone; - O, you are Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so, Kent. Is this the promis'd End? Lear. This feather stirs, she lives; if it be so, It is a Chance which do's redeem all forrows, That ever I have felt. Kent. O my good master ! Lear. Pr'ythee, away Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. [Kneeling. Lear. A plague upon you, murd'rous traitors all ! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever! Cordelia, Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!- Lear. Did I not, fellow ? I've seen the day, with my good biting faulchion Lear. Are you not 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 fee that strait. Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps- Kent. Nor no man elfe ;-all's cheerless, dark, and dead: Your eldest 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 present us to him. Edg. Very bootless. Enter a Messenger. Meff. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. That's but a trifle. You lords and noble friends, know our intent; During the life of this old Majesty, To him our absolute Power: to you, your Rights, [To Edgar... With boot, and such addition as your honours Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd: no, no, no life. Never, never, never, never, never Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, Sir; you, Do you fee this? look on her, look on her lips, Look there, look there Edg. He faints, my lord, Kent. Break heart, I pr'ythee break! Edg. Look up, my lord. [He dies. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, 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 so long: He but ufurpt 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 gor'd State fustain. Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go; [Dies. My master calls me; I must not say, no. [Exeunt with a dead March. |