|LEARHowl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!|
|Had I your tongues and eyes, Id use them so|
|That heavens vault should crack. Shes gone for ever!|
|I know when one is dead, and when one lives;|
|Shes dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;|| 5|
|If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,|
|Why, then she lives.|
Kent Is this the promisd end?
| EdgarOr image of that horror?|
Albany Fall, and cease!
| LearThis feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,|
|It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows|| 10|
|That ever I have felt.|
| Kent [kneeling]O my good master!|
| LearPrithee, away.|
Edgar T is noble Kent, your friend.
| LearA plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!|
|I might have savd her; now shes gone for ever!|| 15|
|Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!|
|What ist thou sayst? Her voice was ever soft,|
|Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.|
|I killd the slave that was a-hanging thee.|
| GentlemanTis true, my lords, he did.|
Lear Did I not, fellow?
|I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion|
|I would have made him skip. I am old now,|
|And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you?|
|Mine eyes are not o the best. Ill tell you straight.|
| KentIf Fortune brag of two she lovd and hated,|| 25|
|One of them we behold.|
| LearThis is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?|
Kent The same,
|Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius?|
| LearHes a good fellow, I can tell you that;|
|Hell strike, and quickly too. Hes dead and rotten.|| 30|
| KentNo, my good lord; I am the very man,|
| LearIll see that straight.|
| KentThat, from your first of difference and decay,|
|Have followd your sad steps.|
Lear You are welcome hither.
| KentNor no man else; alls cheerless, dark, and deadly.|| 35|
|Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves,|
|And desperately are dead.|
Lear Ay, so I think.
| AlbanyHe knows not what he says; and vain is it|
|That we present us to him.|
[Enter a Messenger.] Edgar Very bootless.
| MessengerEdmund is dead, my lord.|
Albany Thats but a trifle here.
|You lords and noble friends, know our intent.|
|What comfort to this great decay may come|
|Shall be applid. For us, we will resign,|
|During the life of this old majesty,|
|To him our absolute gower; [to Edgar and Kent] you, to your rights,|| 45|
|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!|
| LearAnd my poor fool is hangd! No, no, no life!|| 50|
|Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,|
|And thou no breath at all? Thoult 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,|| 55|
|Look there, look there! [Dies.]|
Edgar He faints! My lord! my lord!
| KentBreak, heart; I prithee, break!|
Edgar Look up, my lord.
| KentVex not his ghost; O, let him pass! He hates him|
|That would upon the rack of this tough world|
|Stretch him out longer.|
Edgar He is gone, indeed.
| KentThe wonder is he hath endurd so long;|
|He but usurpd his life.|
| AlbanyBear them from hence. Our present business|
|Is general woe. [To Kent and Edgar.] Friends of my soul, you twain|
|Rule in this realm, and the gord state sustain.|| 65|
| KentI have a journey, sir, shortly to go.|
|My master calls me; I must not say no.|
| EdgarThe 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|| 70|
|Shall never see so much, nor live so long. [Exeunt, with a dead march.]|