Alarum within. Enter with drum and colours, Lear, Cordelia and their Forces, and exeunt. Enter Edgar and Gloucester. [EDGAR]: 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. [GLOUCESTER]: Grace go with you, sir! [_Exit Edgar._] Alarum and retreat within. Enter Edgar. [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! [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; Ripeness is all. Come on. [GLOUCESTER]: And that’s true too. [_Exeunt._]