1 Get you gone; And hasten your return.
2 Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone.
3 Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.
4 Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
5 Therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benison.
6 Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; Above the rest, be gone.
7 Edmund, I think, is gone In pity of his misery, to dispatch His nighted life; moreover to descry The strength o th'enemy.
8 I will look him, and privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived: if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed.
9 My lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, Are gone with him toward Dover: where they boast To have well-armed friends.