...hangs over her breathless lips, and calls — Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Vex not his ghost, 0 ! let him pass, he hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. Hush strife and quarrel over the solemn grave ! Sound, trumpets, a mournful march. Fall, dark curtain,...

...Her death loosens Lear's last hold of life ; his longer retention here would be a cruel mockery — " Vex not his ghost : O let him pass ; he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer." The most charming of essayists and genial of critics, has left...

...lord, — Kent. Break, heart ; I pr'y thee, break ! Edg. 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. Edg. 0, he is gone, indeed. Kent. The wonder is he hath endured...

...murder'd where I should not kill. THE TIRED SPIRIT. VEX not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. KING LEAR, A. 5, S. 3. THE TITLE, LORDS, THE TITLE ! K. HENRY. Think' st thou, that I will leave my...

...before him, old Lear hangs over her breathless lips, and calls — ' Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little." Vex not his ghost. O ! let him pass. He hates him...would, upon the rack of this rough world, Stretch hi™ out longer. Hush, strife and quarrel, over the solemn grave ! Sound, trumpets, a mournful march...

...which the deep dread-bolted thunders and the winged lightnings had spent their fury ? 0 never, never! Let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. In the story of King Lear and his three daughters, as it is related in the " delectable and mellifluous"...

...!— Kent. Break, heart ; I pr'y thee, break * ! Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost : oh ! let him pass : he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world ' Stretch him out longer. Edg. He is gone, indeed. * And my poor fool is hang'd !] It has...

...Dudley, hastily. "Of Geraldine we will speak no more : — " ' Vex not her ghost : oh, let her pass ! she hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch her out longer.' " CHAPTER XXVII. FAREWELL to the land where the clouds love to rest, Like the shroud...

...He dies, and indeed we feel the truth of what Kent says on the occasion — " Vex not his ghost : 0, let him pass ! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer." Yet a happy ending has been contrived for this play, which is approved of by Dr. Johnson and condemned...

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