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If ever I return to you again,
I'll bring you comfort.
Gla. Grace be with you, Sir!

[Exit Edgar. [Alarum, and retreat, within.

Re-enter Edgar.
Edg. Away, old man; give me thy hand, away ;
King Lear hath loft, he and his daughter ta’en,
Give me thy hand. Come on.

Glo. No further, Sir; a man may rot even here.

Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? men must endure Their going hence, ev'n as their coming hither : Ripeness is all; come on. Glo. And that's true too.

[Exeunt. Enter in conquest, with Drum and Colours, Edmund;

Lear and Cordelia, as prisoners; Soldiers, Captain,

Edm. Some Officers take them away; good guard,
Until their greater pleasures first be known,
That are to censure them.

Car. We're not the first,
Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst ;
For thee, oppressed King, am I cast down ;
Myself could eise out-frown false fortune's frown.
Shall we not see these daughters and these fifters ?

Lear. No, no, no, no; come, let's away to prison ;
We two alone will sing, like birds i' th’ cage :
When thou doft ak me blefling, l'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies; and hear poor rogues
Talk of court-news, and we'll talk with them toog.
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out:
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies. And we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and fects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.

Edm. Take them away:

Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.. Have I caught thee ?


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