And my poor fool is hanged

King Lear
And my poor fool is hanged. 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 dies.
Edgar
He faints. To Lear.  My lord, my lord!
Kent
Break, heart, I prithee, break!
Edgar
Look up, my lord.
Kent
Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
Edgar
He is gone indeed.
Kent
The wonder is he hath endured so long.
He but usurped 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 gored 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.
They exit with a dead march.