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Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia.
Nay, send in time.
Run, run! O,
Edg. To whom, my lord? - Who has the office? send
Thy token of reprieve.
Edm. Well thought on: take my sword,
Give it the captain.
Haste thee, for thy life.
Edm. He hath commission from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
That she fordid herself.
Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.
[EDMUND is borne off.
Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his Arms; Edgar,
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!
O! you are men of
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
Is this the promis'd end?
Fall, and cease!
Lear. This feather stirs; she liyes! if it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
O, my good master!
Lear. Pr'ythee, away.
'T is noble Kent, your friend.
Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
I might have sav'd her; now, she's gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!
What is 't thou say'st? — Her voice was ever soft,
Did I not, fellow?
I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion
I'll tell you straight.
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight.
Are you not Kent?
Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius?
Kent. That from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps.
Kent. Nor no man else.
You are welcome hither.
All's cheerless, dark, and deadly:
Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves,
And desperately are dead.
Ay, so I think.
Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain is it,
That we present us to him.
You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
Shall be applied: for us, we will resign,
To him our absolute power.
You, to your rights,
[To EDGAR and KENT.
With boot, and such addition, as your honours
The cup of their deservings. —O! see, see!
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life:
Pray you, undo this button: thank you, Sir.
Do you see this? Look on her, — look, — her lips,
Look up, my lord.
Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!
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.
He is gone, indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long:
He but usurp'd his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence. Our present business
Is general woe.
[To KENT and EDGAR.
Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
My master calls me; I must not say, no.
Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey;
[Exeunt, with a dead March.
THE MOOR OF VENICE
Duke of Venice.
RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman.
MONTANO, Governor of Cyprus.
DESDEMONA, Daughter to Bra-
Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, &c.
SCENE, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-Port in Cyprus.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Venice. A Street.
Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.
Rod. Tush! never tell me, I take it much unkindly,
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse,
As if the strings were thine, should'st know of this.
If ever I did dream of such a matter, abhor me.
Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,