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 Kent and Edgar.] 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.
ALBANY.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest have borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a dead march.]
