true, my lords, he did. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip: I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? Mine eyes are not o' the best: I'll tell you straight. If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, One of them we behold. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? The same, Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten. No, my good lord; I am the very man,-- I'll see that straight. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your sad steps. You are welcome hither. Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, and deadly. Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves, And desperately are dead. Ay, so I think. He knows not what he says: and vain it is That we present us to him. Very bootless. Edmund is dead, my lord. 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: 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! 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 faints! My lord, my lord! Break, heart; I prithee, break! Look up, my lord. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. He is gone, indeed. The wonder is, he hath endured so long: He but usurp'd his life. Bear them from hence. Our present business Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no. The weight