[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.]
SCENE III. The British Camp near Dover
Enter in conquest with drum and colours, Edmund, Lear and Cordelia as prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
EDMUND.
Some officers take them away: good guard
Until their greater pleasures first be known
That are to censure them.