King Lear Page #15

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For us we will resign,

during the life of this old majesty,

to him our absolute power.

All friends shall taste

the wages of their virtue,

and all foes the cup of their deservings.

See, see!

And my poor fool is hanged!

No... no... no life!

Why should a dog, a horse,

a rat, have life...

and thou no breath at all?

Thou'It 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...

- He faints! My lord, my lord!

- Break, heart, I prithee, break!

- Look up, my lord.

- Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass.

He hates him that would upon the rack

of this tough world stretch him out longer.

He is gone, indeed.

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.

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