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Mine eyes are none oʻthe 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.

The same; Your servant Kent: where is your servant Caius? Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell

you He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten.

Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man ;-
Lear. I'll see that straight.
Kent. That, from your first of difference and

decay, Have follow'd

your Lear.

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

sad steps.


Off. Edmund is dead, my

lord. Alb. .

That's but a trifle here.-

1 Useless.

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay' may come,
Shall be applied : for us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power : you, to your rights ;

[to Edgar and Kent.
With boot,” and such addition as your honors
Have more than merited.—All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes

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

Never, never, never, never, never !-
Pray you, undo this button : thank


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!

Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost. 0, let him pass! he

hates him,
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

O, he is gone, indeed.

Ti. e. Lear.

2 lncrease. * An expression of tenderness for his dead Cordelia.

Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so long : He but usurp'd his life.

Alb. Bear them from hence: our present business Is general woe.

Friends of

soul, you


sto Kent and Edgar. Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain.

Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
My master calls, and I must not say, No.

Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey ;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we, that are young,
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

[Exeunt, with a dead march.

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