ALBANY The gods defend her [Cordelia]! Bear him hence awhile.
Enter Lear with Cordelia's dead body in his arms. (5.3.27)
KING 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! (5.3.13)