Page 1914 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

EDGAR

Away, old man! give me thy hand: away! [5]
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en.
Give me thy hand; come on.

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

EDGAR

What! in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither: [10]
Ripeness is all. Come on.

GLOUCESTER
And that’s true too.
(Exeunt.)

Scene III IT

(The British Camp near Dover.)

Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, Edmund, Lear and Cordelia,
prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, etc.

EDMUND
Some officers take them away: good guard,

Until their greater pleasures first be known
That are to censure them.

CORDELIA
We are not the first
Who, with best meaning, have incurr’d the worst.

For thee, oppressed King, I am cast down; [5]
Myself could else out-frown false Fortune’s frown.
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?

LEAR