1    Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
2    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 endure
11   Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
12   Ripeness is all: come on.

13   And that's true too.