A field between the two camps.
[Alarum within. Enter, with drum and
colours, KING LEAR, CORDELIA,
and Soldiers, over the stage; and exeunt]
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 farther, 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.
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