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Shall be applied: For us, we will resign,
[To Edgar and Kent. With boot, and such addition as your
honours Have more than merited.-All friends shall taste
of their virtue, and all foes The
cup of their deservings.-0, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no,
[He dies. Edg
He faints!—My lord, my lord, -
Look up, my lord.
O, he is
indeed. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long: He but usurp'd his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present busi
Is general woe.
my soul, you twain
[to Kent and Edgar. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls, and I must not say, no.
Alb. The 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, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a dead march.