KENT

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,

Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

[To CORDELIA]

The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

That justly think’st, and hast most rightly said!

[To REGAN and GONERIL]

And your large speeches may your deeds approve,

That good effects may spring from words of love.

Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;

He’ll shape his old course in a country new.

[Exit]

[Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with KING OF FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and

Attendants]