Alarum and retreat within. Re-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 farther, 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.