1 Here, father, take the shadow of this tree2 For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:3 If ever I return to you again,4 I'll bring you comfort.
5 Grace go with you, sir!
6 Away, old man; give me thy hand; away!7 King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en:8 Give me thy hand; come on.
9 No farther, sir; a man may rot even here.
10 What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure11 Their going hence, even as their coming hither;12 Ripeness is all: come on.
13 And that's true too.