Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'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 an Officer. Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. That's but a trifle here. You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. To him our absolute power:-You, to your rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. With boot, and such addition as your honours Have more than merited.-All friends shall taste The cup of their deservings.-O, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt 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,— Edg. He faints!-My lord, my lord, Edg. Look up, my lord. [He dies. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Edg. O, 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. Friends of my soul, you twain [To KENT and EDGAR. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; [Exeunt, with a dead March. END OF THE FOURTEENTH VOLUME. EDINBURGH: Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. |