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You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
[to Edgar and Kent.
Lear. And my poor fool 3 is hang'd! No, no, no
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
[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.
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.