The wages 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, no life: more, [He dies. Edg He faints!—My lord, my lord, - Look up, my lord. hates him, 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 busi | ness Is general woe. Friends of 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. |