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āTis hot, it smokes;
It came even from the heart ofā āO, sheās dead!
Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister
By her is poisoned; she hath confessād it.
I was contracted to them both: all three
Now marry in an instant.
Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead:
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity. Exit Gentleman.
O, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment
Which very manners urges.
I am come
To bid my king and master aye good night:
Is he not here?
Great thing of us forgot!
Speak, Edmund, whereās the king? and whereās Cordelia?
Seeāst thou this object, Kent?
Yet Edmund was beloved:
The one the other poisonād for my sake,
And after slew herself.
I pant for life: some good I mean to do,
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,
Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia:
Nay, send in time.
To who, my lord? Who hath the office? send
Thy token of reprieve.
Well thought on: take my sword,
Give it the captain.
He hath commission from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
That she fordid herself.
Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, Iāld use them so
That heavenās vault should crack. Sheās gone for ever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
Sheās dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
I might have saved her; now sheās gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!
What isāt thou sayāst? Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
I killād the slave that was a-hanging thee.
Did I not, fellow?
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you?
Mine eyes are not oā the best: Iāll tell you straight.
If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,
One of them we behold.
The same,
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
Heās a good fellow, I can tell you that;
Heāll strike, and quickly too: heās dead and rotten.
That, from your first of difference and decay,
Have followād your sad steps.
Nor no man else: allās cheerless, dark, and deadly.
Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves,
And desperately are dead.
He knows not what he says: and vain it is
That we present us to him.
Thatās but a trifle here.
You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come
Shall be applied: for us we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power: To Edgar and Kent. you, to your rights:
With boot, and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited. All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of their deservings. O, see, see!
And my poor fool is hangād! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thouālt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there! Dies.
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
The wonder is, he hath endured so long:
He but usurpād his life.
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 gored state sustain.
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
My master calls me, I must not say no.
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.
King Lear
was published in 1606 by
William Shakespeare.
This ebook was produced for
Standard Ebooks
by
David Grigg,
and is based on a transcription produced in 1993 by
Jeremy Hylton
for the
Massachusetts Institute of Technology
and on digital scans available at the
HathiTrust Digital Library.
The cover page is adapted from
King Lear,
a painting completed in 1788 by
Benjamin West.
The cover and title pages feature the
League Spartan and Sorts Mill Goudy
typefaces created in 2014 and 2009 by
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