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 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 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 the shadow of this tr
Grace go with you, sir!
Grace go with you, sir!
Grace go with you, sir!
Grace go with you, sir!
Edgar's 'Ripeness is all' is one of a handful of lines in Shakespeare that have taken on a life entirely independent of their context. It is quoted as consolation, as philosophy, as epitaph. But in the play, it arrives in a moment of practical urgency — Edgar says it to a father who is sitting down in a field to die, and follows it immediately with 'Come on.' It is not a meditation. It is an argument pressed in a crisis.
What exactly is Edgar claiming? The logic runs: just as we did not choose when we were born, we do not choose when we die. Both arrivals — into the world and out of it — happen to us. The only thing within human control is whether we are ready when the moment comes. Being 'ripe' — prepared, complete, at peace — is therefore the only goal worth pursuing, because timing is not ours.
This is a genuinely Stoic position, and it is hard not to notice that Edgar has been living it for several acts. He has survived dispossession, exile, his father's blindness, the death of Oswald, the long labor of keeping Gloucester alive. He has not chosen his circumstances; he has chosen his response to them.
But is he right? Gloucester's grief is not irrational. His son Edgar is (as far as he knows) dead. His eyes are gone. The cause he supported has just been defeated. There is a real question about whether 'ripeness' can be arrived at by a person who has suffered what Gloucester has suffered — whether any amount of internal preparation is adequate to that accumulation of loss.
Shakespeare does not resolve this tension. Gloucester's response is 'And that's true too' — which is not a conversion, not a recovery, but an acknowledgment that Edgar's argument is valid even though it does not fully address the grief. He rises and goes. That is enough. The play suggests that 'enough' is all that ripeness asks.
Away, old man, give me thy hand, away!
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en:
Give me thy hand; come on!
Away, old man, give me thy hand, away! King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en: Give me thy hand; come on!
Away, old man, give me thy hand, away! King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en: Give me thy hand; come on!
Away, old man, give me thy hand, away! K
No further, sir; a man may rot even here.
No further, sir; a man may rot even here.
No further, sir; a man may rot even here.
No further, sir; a man may rot even here
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
Ripeness is all. Come on.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all. Come on.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all. Come on.
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must en
And that’s true too.
And that’s true too.
And that’s true too.
And that’s true too.
The Reckoning
The shortest scene in Act 5 is also, in some ways, the philosophical center of the play. It takes less than thirty lines. The battle happens almost entirely in the stage directions — a rush of alarms and retreats — and what Shakespeare chooses to focus on instead is a blind old man who wants to sit down and die, and a son who will not let him. Edgar's 'Ripeness is all' is one of the most debated lines in the canon. It is not a consolation. It is not optimism. It is something harder and more honest: the claim that what matters is not whether we suffer, but whether we are ready when suffering comes for us.
If this happened today…
Your team just lost the championship game you spent the whole season preparing for. On the way out of the stadium, your oldest coach sits down on the steps and says he can't walk anymore, there's nothing left to walk toward. You don't argue with him about the score. You just say: everyone leaves. Some people leave ready and some people don't. Being ready is the only thing you can work on. And you hold out your hand.