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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.

The same;

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 ;Lear. I'll see that straight.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and

decay,

Have follow'd your sad steps.

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.

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You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay 1 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

The cup of their deservings.-O, 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!

Edg.

[he dies.

He faints! My lord, my lord,Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!

Edg.

Look up, my lord.

Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! he

hates him,

That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.

Edg.

I i. e. Lear.

O, he is gone, indeed.

2 Increase.

3 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 my soul, you twain [to 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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