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And after slew herself.
Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces.
Edm. I pant for life : some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send, Be brief in it,-to the castle ; for my writ Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia. Nay, send in time. Alb.
Run, run, 0, runEdg. To who, my lord ?-Who has the office ?
send Thy token of reprieve. Edm. Well thought on: take
my sword; Give it the captain.
Alb. Haste thee, for thy life. [Exit Edgar. Edm. He hath commission from thy wife and
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
[Edmund is borne off.
Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms;
EDGAR, OFFICER, and others.
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!-0, you are men
of stones : Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack.-0, she is gone
Is this the promised end ? 1
Fall, and cease ! !
O, my good master! [kneeling. Lear. Pr'ythee, away. Edg.
'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all ! I might have saved her; now she's gone for
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little.--Ha!
Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Did I not, fellow?
Ti. e. the end of the world, foretold by our Saviour.
The same ;
Mine eyes are none o'the best: I'll tell you
straight. Kent. If Fortune brag of two she loved and
hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
Kent. Your servant Kent: where is your servant Caius ?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man ;-
You are welcome hither. Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and
deadly. Your eldest daughters have foredoom'd themselves, And desperately are dead. Lear.
Ay, so I think. Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we present us to him. Edg.
Very bootless. 1
Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
That's but a trifle here.
You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
[to Edgar and Kent.
cup of their deservings.-0, see, see! Lear. And
my poor fool 3 is hang'd! No, no, no
life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no
more, Never, never, never, never, never !Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.Do you see this ? Look on her,-look,-her lips Look there, look there !
[he dies. Edg. He faints - My lord, my lord, — Kent. Break, heart; I pr’ythee, break! Edg.
Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost. 0, let him pass! he
0, he is gone, indeed.
Ti, e. Lear.
2 lncrease. 3 An expression of tenderness for his dead Cordelia.