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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
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
That she fordid 1 herself.
Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence

[Edmund is borne off.


dead in his arms; EDGAR, OFFICER, and others.

Lear. Howl, how], howl, howl!-0, you are men

of stones : Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so

· Destroyed.

That heaven's vault should crack.-0, she is 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 mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.

Is this the promised end ? 1
Edg. Or image of that horror ?

Fall, and cease! ?
Lear. This feather stirs; she lives : if it be so,
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.

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 !
What is’t thou say'st ?-Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.-
I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.

Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.

Did I not, fellow ?
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.- Who are you?

| i. e. the end of the world, foretold by our Saviour.
? i. e. die. Albany here addresses Lear.

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.

The same; 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

Have follow'd your sad steps.

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.

Enter OFFICER. Off. Edmund is dead, my

lord. Alb.

That's but a trifle here.

1 Useless.

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