KENT.
I am come
To bid my King and master aye good night:
Is he not here?
ALBANY.
Great thing of us forgot!
Speak, Edmund, where’s the King? and where’s Cordelia?
The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.
Seest thou this object, Kent?
KENT.
Alack, why thus?
EDMUND.
Yet Edmund was belov’d.
The one the other poisoned for my sake,
And after slew herself.
ALBANY.
Even so. Cover their faces.
EDMUND.
I pant for life. Some good I mean to do,
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,
Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia;
Nay, send in time.
ALBANY.
Run, run, O, run!
EDGAR.
To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send
Thy token of reprieve.