Act 1, Scene 3

A Room in the Duke of Albany's Palace.

  1. [Enter Goneril and Oswald.]
  2. Goneril
  3. 487 Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
  4. Goneril
  5. 488 Osw. Ay, madam.
  6. Goneril
  7. 489 By day and night, he wrongs me; every hour
  8. 490 He flashes into one gross crime or other,
  9. 491 That sets us all at odds; I'll not endure it:
  10. 492 His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
  11. 493 On every trifle.—When he returns from hunting,
  12. 494 I will not speak with him; say I am sick.—
  13. 495 If you come slack of former services,
  14. 496 You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
  15. Oswald
  16. 497 He's coming, madam; I hear him.
  17. [Horns within.]
  18. Goneril
  19. 498 Put on what weary negligence you please,
  20. 499 You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question:
  21. 500 If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
  22. 501 Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
  23. 502 Not to be overruled. Idle old man,
  24. 503 That still would manage those authorities
  25. 504 That he hath given away!—Now, by my life,
  26. 505 Old fools are babes again; and must be us'd
  27. 506 With checks as flatteries,—when they are seen abus'd.
  28. 507 Remember what I have said.
  29. Oswald
  30. 508 Very well, madam.
  31. Goneril
  32. 509 And let his knights have colder looks among you;
  33. 510 What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so;
  34. 511 I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,
  35. 512 That I may speak.—I'll write straight to my sister
  36. 513 To hold my very course.—Prepare for dinner.
  37. [Exeunt.]