A field between the two camps.
[Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colors, 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.
Grace go with you, sir!(5)
[Exit Edgar. 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.
No farther, sir; a man may rot even here.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure(10)
Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
Ripeness is all: come on.
And that's true too.