Page 1928 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.

KENT
Is this the promis’d end?

EDGAR
Or image of that horror?

ALBANY
Fall and cease.

LEAR
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,

It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows [265]
That ever I have felt.

KENT
(kneeling) O my good master!

LEAR
Prithee, away.

EDGAR
’Tis noble Kent, your friend.

LEAR
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!

I might have sav’d her; now she’s gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! [270]
What is’t thou say’st? Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

I kill’d the slave that was a-hanging thee.

OFFICER
’Tis true, my lords, he did.