Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. That would vpon the wracke of this tough world
Kent. Stretch him out longer.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. He is gon indeed.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long,
Kent. He but vsurpt his life.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Beare them from hence, our present businesse
Alb. Is generall woe: Friends of my soule, you twaine,
Alb. Rule in this Realme, and the gor'd state sustaine.
Kent. I haue a iourney Sir, shortly to go,
Kent. My Master calls me, I must not say no.
Edg. The waight of this sad time we must obey,
Edg. Speake what we feele, not what we ought to say:
Edg. The oldest hath borne most, we that are yong,
Edg. Shall neuer see so much, nor liue so long.
Edg. Exeunt with a dead March.