Classic Poem

lear: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!
[Dies.
edgar:He faints!--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.