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Shall be applied: For us, we will resign,
To him our absolute power:-You, to your rights;
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,
Never, never, never, never, never!—
Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir.—
That would upon the rack of this tough world
O, he is gone, indeed. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long: He but usurp'd his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present busi
Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain [to Kent and Edgar. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls, and 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.
Act IV. Scene III.
Jul. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead.