Page 1926 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Here comes Kent.
Enter Kent.

ALBANY
Produce the bodies, be they alive or dead;
(Exit Gentleman.)
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble, [230]

Touches us not with pity.
(To Kent.) O! is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment

Which very manners urges.

KENT

I am come
To bid my King and master aye good night;
Is he not here?

ALBANY
Great thing of us forgot! [235]
Speak, Edmund, where’s the King? and where’s Cordelia?

Seest thou this object, Kent?
(The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.)

KENT
Alack! why thus?

EDMUND
Yet Edmund was belov’d:

The one the other poison’d for my sake,
And after slew herself. [240]

ALBANY
Even so. Cover their faces.

EDMUND
I pant for life; some good I mean to do
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,