Pray you, undo this button.

Thank you, Sir;

[He dies.

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.

Kent. Vex not his ghoft: O, let him país! 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 fuftain.
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, fhortly to go;
My mafter calls me; I muft not fay, no.

[Dies:
Alb. The weight of this fad time we must obey, (30)
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne moft; we, that are young,
Shall never fee fo much, nor live fo long.

[Exeunt with a dead March.

(30) Alb. The Weight of this fad Time, &c.] This Speech from the Authority of the Old 4to is rightly plac'd to Albamy in the Edition by the Players it is given to Edgar, by whom, I doubt not, it was of Cuftom spoken. And the Cafe was this: He who play'd Edgar, being a more favourite Actor, than he who perfonated Albany; in Spight of Decorum, it was thought proper he should have the laft Word.

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del.