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appear by the third sound of the trumpet: he's bold in his defence.” Edm. Sound!
[First trumpet. Her. Again !
[Second trumpet. Her. Again!
[Third trumpet. [Trumpet answers within.
Enter EDGAR, armed, and preceded by a trumpet.
Her. What are you?
Know, my name is lost;
Which is that adversary ?
Draw thy sword,
Edın. Back do I toss these treasons to thy head ; With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelin thy heart; Which,-for they yet glance by, and scarcely
bruise,This sword of mine shall give them instant way, Where they shall rest for ever.—Trumpets, speak!
[Alarums. They fight. EDMUND falls.. Gon. O, save him, save him!
Hold, sir! Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:-
[Gives the letter to EDMUND). No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it. Gon. Say, if I do,--the laws are mine not thine.
[Exit. Alb. Go after her ; she's desperate: govern her.
[Exeunt Officers. Edm. What you have charg'd me with, that have
I done; And more, much more; the time will bring it out. The wheel is come full circle; I am here.
Enter a Gentleman.
Gent. Help, help! she's dead!
Edm. I was contracted to them both! all three
Edg. Send thy token of reprieve.
Edm. Well thought on: take my sword; 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 off, Re-enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arins ;
EDGAR, Kent, and others following. Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl !-0, you are men
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
Is this the promis'd end ?
Fall, and cease!
O my good master!
Kent. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Did I not, fellow?
The same, Your servant Kent. Lear.
You are welcome hither.
Ay, so I think.
Very bootless. Alb.
O see, see!
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no! No
life! 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,Look there, look there !
[Dies. Edg. He faints! Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he
hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.