| ACT V.
3. Scene III. The British Camp near Dover.
 [Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, Edmund; Lear and
Cordelia prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.]
 
 Edm.
Some officers take them away: good guard
 Until their greater pleasures first be known
 That are to censure them.
 
 Cor.
We are not the first
 Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst.
 For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;
 Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.--
 Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?
 
 Lear.
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
 We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
 When thou dost ask me blessing I'll kneel down
 And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
 And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
 At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
 Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,--
 Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;--
 And take upon's the mystery of things,
 As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
 In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones
 That ebb and flow by the moon.
 
 Edm.
Take them away.
 
 Lear.
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
 The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee?
 He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven
 And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;
 The goodyears shall devour them, flesh and fell,
 Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve first.
 Come.
 
 [Exeunt Lear and Cordelia, guarded.]
 Edm.
Come hither, captain; hark.
 Take thou this note [giving a paper]; go follow them to prison:
 One step I have advanc'd thee; if thou dost
 As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way
 To noble fortunes: know thou this,--that men
 Are as the time is: to be tender-minded
 Does not become a sword:--thy great employment
 Will not bear question; either say thou'lt do't,
 Or thrive by other means.
 
 Capt.
I'll do't, my lord.
 
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