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Modern English
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.
Here, father, take shelter under this tree As your good host; pray that the right may prevail: If I ever return to you, I’ll bring you comfort.
Grace go with you, sir!
May grace go with you, sir!
Away, old man; give me thy hand; away! King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en: Give me thy hand; come on.
Go away, old man; give me your hand; come on! King Lear has lost, and he and his daughter are captured: Give me your hand; let’s go.
No farther, sir; a man may rot even here.
No further, sir; a man might die even here.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all: come on.
What, thinking bad thoughts again? People must endure Their departure, just as they endure their arrival; Maturity is everything: let’s go.
And that’s true too.
And that’s true too.