ALBANY.
He knows not what he says; and vain is it
That we present us to him.
EDGAR.
Very bootless.
Enter an Officer.
OFFICER.
Edmund is dead, my lord.
ALBANY.
That’s but a trifle here.
You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come
Shall be applied. For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power;
[to Edgar and Kent] you to your rights;
With boot and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited. All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue and all foes
The cup of their deservings. O, see, see!
LEAR.
And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her: look, her lips,
Look there, look there!
[He dies.]
EDGAR.
He faints! My lord, my lord!
KENT.
Break, heart; I prythee break!
EDGAR.
Look up, my lord.