Cant. You will but hear
The unblushing lie which we have sought to spare you.
Ade. O, let me see him!
Cant. Kent, step forth and tell
This suffering princess what you will.
Kent. [Coming out from guards] Dear madam,
Your tears are suitors to my pity——
Ade. Henry!
Kent. Each drop a supplicant that I would ease
Were such sweet power mine. But, by my soul,