Act 1, Scene 3
A Room in the Duke of Albany's Palace.
- [Enter Goneril and Oswald.]
- Goneril
- 487 Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
- Goneril
- 488 Osw. Ay, madam.
- Goneril
- 489 By day and night, he wrongs me; every hour
- 490 He flashes into one gross crime or other,
- 491 That sets us all at odds; I'll not endure it:
- 492 His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
- 493 On every trifle.—When he returns from hunting,
- 494 I will not speak with him; say I am sick.—
- 495 If you come slack of former services,
- 496 You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
- Oswald
- 497 He's coming, madam; I hear him.
- [Horns within.]
- Goneril
- 498 Put on what weary negligence you please,
- 499 You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question:
- 500 If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
- 501 Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
- 502 Not to be overruled. Idle old man,
- 503 That still would manage those authorities
- 504 That he hath given away!—Now, by my life,
- 505 Old fools are babes again; and must be us'd
- 506 With checks as flatteries,—when they are seen abus'd.
- 507 Remember what I have said.
- Oswald
- 508 Very well, madam.
- Goneril
- 509 And let his knights have colder looks among you;
- 510 What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so;
- 511 I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,
- 512 That I may speak.—I'll write straight to my sister
- 513 To hold my very course.—Prepare for dinner.
- [Exeunt.]