(Line differences from Q1 are in brackets, lines in F1 only are in italics)
Act 5 Scene 2
Somewhere near the battle
Enter EDGAR and GLOUCESTER
Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive.
If ever I return to you again, I’ll bring you comfort.
Grace go with you, sir!
Battle noises. Call for retreat. Re-enter 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.
No farther, sir; a man may rot even here.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither.
Ripeness is all: come on.
And that’s true too.