Thy bright example shall convince the world, That truth and virtue shall at last succeed. Glost. Now, gentle gods, give Gloster his discharge! Lear. No, Gloster, thou hast business yet for life; Thou, Kent, and I, retir'd to some close cell, Will gently pass our short reserves of time In calm reflections on our fortunes past, Cheer'd with relation of the prosperous reign Of this celestial pair; thus our remains Shall in an even course of thought be past, Enjoy the present hour, nor fear the last. [Exeunt omnes. THE END. |