Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister
By her is poisoned; she hath confess'd it.

Edm.
I was contracted to them both: all three
Now marry in an instant.

Edg.
Here comes Kent.

Alb.
Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead:--
This judgement of the heavens, that makes us tremble
Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman.]

[Enter Kent.]

O, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment
That very manners urges.

Kent.
I am come
To bid my king and master aye good night:
Is he not here?

Alb.
Great thing of us forgot!
Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cordelia?