Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colours, Lear, Cordelia, and their Forces; and exeunt.

Enter Edgar and Gloucester.



Edg. 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.

Glou. Grace go with you, sir!
[Exit Edgar.

Alarum; afterwards a retreat. Re-enter Edgar.

Edg. Away, old man! give me thy hand: away!
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en.
Give me thy hand; come on.

Glou. No further, sir; a man may rot even here.


Edg. What! in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all. Come on.

Glou. And that's true too.

[Exeunt.