Of all his pain. But you, dear, damned foe,
Take up his weapons and re-gash my wounds.
Mar. Is this my lord?
Kent. Go. I command you. Go!
Eternity drops on me, and lightfoot Time
Hies like a ghost to nothing. What dost here?
Mar. I die.
Kent. You die? No fear of that. You are
Too great a lover of this life that vaunts
A bloated bubble 'twixt immortal shores.