You use her well: the world may laugh again;
[♦] And I may live to do you kindness if
You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
85 Duch. What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
[♦] Glou. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. [Exeunt Gloucester and Serving-men.
[♦] Duch. Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
For none abides with me: my joy is death,—
[♦] Death, at whose name I oft have been afear’d,
90 Because I wish’d this world’s eternity.
Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;