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Run, run, 0, run!
250 Give it the captain. Alb.
Haste thee, for thy life. [Exit Edgar. Edm. 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. Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.
[Edmund is borne ojf. Re-enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; Engar,
Captain, and others following.
Is this the promised end?
Fall, and cease!
Kent. (Kneeling] O my good master!
'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Capt. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Did I not, fellow?
Kent. If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, 280 One of them we behold.
Luar. This is a (lull sight. Are you not Kent?
The same, Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man,-
Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay,
You are welcome hither.
Ay, so I think.
Enter a Captain.
That's but a trifle here.
300 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!
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt 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, 310 Look there, look there!
He faints! My lord, my lord!
Look up, my lord. kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he hates him
He is gone, indeed.
Alb. Bear them from hence. Our present business Is general woe. [To Kent and Edgar) Friends of my soul, Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. 320
Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no.
Alb. 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.
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
Clown, servant to Othello.
DESDEMONA, daughter to Braban.
vice of the Venetian state. Cassio, his lieutenant.
Sailor, Messenger, Herald, OfIago, his ancient,
ficers, Gentlemen, Musicians, RODERIGO, a Venetian gentleman. and Attendants. MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus.
SCENE: Venice: a Sea-port in Cyprus.
Enter RODERIGO and Iago.
Iago. _'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate. Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the
city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
10 I know my price, I am worth no worse a place: But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war; And, in conclusion, Nonsuits my mediators; for, “Certes,” says he, “I have already chose my officer.”
And what was he?
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
Iago. Why, there's no remedy: 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor. Rod. I would not follow him then.
40 Iago. 0, sir, content you: I follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like bis master's ass, For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd: Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
60 For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart