1 Priest Her obsequies have been as far enlarged As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful; Her maiden strewments and the bringing home Laertes Must there no more be done? 1 Priest No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace parted souls. Laertes Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!-I tell thee, churlish priest, Enter LEAR with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: Kent Is this the promised end? Or image of that horror? Albany Lear Fall, and cease! This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows Kent O my good master! Lear Prithee, away. Edgar Lear 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have saved her! now she's gone forever! What is't thou say'st?—Her voice was ever soft, 'Tis true, my lords, he did. Lear Did I not, fellow? If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, This's a dull sight. — Are you not Kent? Kent The same, Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius? He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten. Kent No, my good lord; I am the very man, Lear I'll see that straight. Kent That from your first of difference and decay Lear Kent You are welcome hither. Nor no man else. All's cheerless, dark, and deadly. And desperately are dead. Lear Ay, so I think. Albany He knows not what he says: and vain it is That we present us to him. Edgar Very bootless. Enter a Captain. Captain Edmund is dead, my lord. Albany That's but a trifle here, You lords and noble friends, know our intent. 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 honors 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 hanged! 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, Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her,— look,― her lips, Edgar [Dies. He faints. My lord, my lord. Look up, my lord. 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 that he hath endured so long: Albany 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. Kent I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no. Albany The weight of this sad time we must obey; [Dead march. Caliban CALIBAN AND THE SAILORS. BY SHAKESPEARE. (From "The Tempest.") Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Enter TRINCULO. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Perchance, he will not mind me. Trinculo - Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient |