KENT.
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! He hates him
That would upon the rack of this rough world
Stretch him out longer.
EDGAR.
He is gone indeed.
KENT.
The wonder is, he hath endur’d so long:
He but usurp’d his life.
ALBANY.
Bear them from hence. Our present business
Is general woe. [To Edgar and Kent.] Friends of my soul, you twain,
Rule in this realm and the gor’d state sustain.
KENT.
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
My master calls me, I must not say no.
EDGAR.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt with a dead march.]