My lord. Because I help you best in going.
Our hearts would rush together, and the pain
Grows in them baffled. Dearer than life, good night.
I leave my prayers like candles set about you,
And as they fail think of me on my knees
Renewing them from Heaven. [Exit, right]
Kent. Margaret!
[Pauses, slowly takes up the light and goes off, left, leaving the room in darkness. Curtain]