And these fame croffes fpoil me.-Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o' the best :-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 fight: Are you not Kent?
Kent.
The fame;
Your fervant Kent: Where is your fervant Caius ?

Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
He'll strike, and quickly too :-He's dead and rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man ;-
Lear. I'll fee that straight.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay,
Have follow'd your fad steps.

Lear.

You are welcome hither.

Kent. Nor no man elfe; all's cheerlefs, dark, and deadly.Your eldest daughters have foredoom'd themselves, And defperately are dead.

Lear.

Ay, fo I think.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we prefent us to him.

Edg.

Very bootlefs.

Enter an Officer.

Of. Edmund is dead, my lord.

Alb.

That's but a trifle here.

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come,
Shall be applied: For us, we will refign,

During the life of this old majesty,

To him our abfolute power:-You, to your rights;

[To EDGAR and KENT.

With boot, and fuch addition as your honours
Have more than merited.-All friends fhall taste

The wages of their virtue, and all foes

The cup of their defervings.-O, see, see !

Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life:
Why fhould 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, fir.-
Do you fee this? Look on her,-look,-her lips,-
Look there, look there!

Edg.

[He dies.

He faints! My lord, my lord,Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!

Edg.

Look up, my lord.

Kent. Vex not his ghoft: O, let him pass! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.

Edg.

O, he is gone, indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long:
He but ufurp'd his life.

Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present business
Is general woe. Friends of my foul, you twain

[To KENT and EDGAR. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, fir, shortly to go; My mafter calls, and I must not say, no.

Alb. The weight of this fad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldeft hath borne moft: we, that are young,

Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

[Exeunt, with a dead march.

ROMEO AND JULIET,

TRAGEDY,

BY

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

ACCURATELY PRINTED

FROM THE TEXT OF

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