[Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colours, King Lear, Cordelia, and Soldiers, over the stage; and exeunt]
Enter Edgar and Gloucester
Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good host; pray that the right may thrive: If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort.
Alarum and retreat within. Re-enter Edgar
Away, old man; give me thy hand; away! King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en: Give me thy hand; come on.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all: come on.