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. 1 You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. 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. |