:49:00
I know when one is dead,
:49:04
and when one lives.
:49:09
She's dead as earth.
:49:21
This feather stirs;
:49:24
she lives.
:49:27
If it be so, it is a chance
which does redeem all sorrows
:49:30
that ever I have felt.
:49:33
Is this the promis'd end?
:49:37
Or image of that horror?
:49:39
A plague upon you,
murderers, traitors all!
:49:48
I might have sav'd her;
:49:52
now she's gone for ever.
:49:57
Cordelia,
:50:01
Cordelia,
:50:04
stay a little.
:50:08
What is't
thou say'st?
:50:14
Her voice was ever soft,
:50:17
gentle and low,
:50:21
an excellent thing
in woman.
:50:26
I kill'd the slave
that was a-hanging thee.
:50:30
Did I not, fellow?
:50:37
Who are you?
:50:40
Mine eyes are
not of the best,
I'll tell you straight.
:50:44
Are you not Kent?
:50:45
The same,
your servant Kent.
:50:49
He's dead and rotten.
No, my good lord;
:50:53
I am the very man
:50:55
I'll see that straight.
:50:56
That from your first
of difference and decay
have follow'd your sad steps.