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Alb. Who's dead ? fpeak man.
Gent. Your lady, Sir, your lady; and her sister By her is poison'd; she confesses it.
Baft. I was contracted to them both, all three Now marry
in an instant. Edg. Here comes Kent.
Alb, Produce the bodies, be they live or dead.
(Gonerill and Regan's Bodies brought out.
Kent. I am come
Alb. Great thing of us forgot!
Kent. Alack, why thus?
Alb. Even so; cover their faces.
Baft. I pant for life; some good I mean to do
Alb. Run, run, run
Baft. Well thought on, take my sword,
Edg. Haste thee for thy life.
Bast. He hath commission from thy wife and me, To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair.
Enter Lear with Cordelia dead in his arms.
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl, 0. you are
men of stone, Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them fo, That heaven's vault fhould crack; she'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 mitt or stain the stone, Why then she lives.
Kent. Is this the promisd end?
Lear. This feather stirs, she lives; it it be so
Kent. O my good master!
friend. Lear. A plague upon you murth'rers, traitors all, I might have lav'd her, now she's gone
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 same crosses spoil me. Who are you? Mine eyes are none o'thi best. I'll tell
strait.. Kent. If fortune brag of two she lovid and hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. Are you not Kent ?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that, He'll ftrike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord, I am the very man.
Kent. That from your a life of difference and decay, Have follow'd your fad steps
Lear. You're welcome hither.
Lear. Ay, so I think. Alb. He knows not what he says, and yain is is That we present us to him. Edg. Very bootless.
Enter a Messenger. Mes. Edmund is dead, my lord. .
. Alb. That's but a trifle. You lords and noble friends know our intents What comfort to this great decay may come, Shall be apply'd. For us, we will resign 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 Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings: O fee, see Lear. And
my poor fool is hang'd : no, no, no life?
Edg. He faints, my lord.
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 usurpt his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence, our present business
Kent. I have a journey, Sir, fhortly to go;
* Alb. The weight of this fad time we must obey,
(Exeunt with a dead march,
The End of the Third Volume.