Enter a Gentleman hastily, with a bloody knife.
GENTLEMAN.
Help, help! O, help!
EDGAR.
What kind of help?
ALBANY.
Speak, man.
EDGAR.
What means this bloody knife?
GENTLEMAN.
’Tis hot, it smokes;
It came even from the heart of—O! she’s dead!
ALBANY.
Who dead? Speak, man.
GENTLEMAN.
Your lady, sir, your lady; and her sister
By her is poisoned; she hath confesses it.
EDMUND.
I was contracted to them both, all three
Now marry in an instant.
EDGAR.
Here comes Kent.