And this is shame!
Kent. Nay, sweet! Weep, if you must,
But let thy tears be rain upon the soul
Making a fair new season.
Mar. Let me die!
Kent. So overwrought? Thou who hast been my strength?
Mar. If I were dead then you——
Kent. Should be as thou!
'Tis not thy death but Glaia's that would be
The sad solution of these woes.