Page 1931 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there! (Dies.)

EDGAR
He faints! My Lord, my Lord! [310]

KENT
Break, heart; I prithee, break!

EDGAR
Look up, my Lord.

KENT
Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him

That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

EDGAR
He is gone, indeed.

KENT
The wonder is he hath endur’d so long: [315]
He but usurp’d his life.

ALBANY

Bear them from hence. Our present business
Is general woe. (To Kent and Edgar.) Friends of my soul, you twain
Rule in this realm, and the gor’d state sustain.

KENT
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; [320]
My master calls me, I must not say no.

EDGAR
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