Enter GONERIL and her steward OSWALD
Did my father strike my gentleman
For chiding of his fool?
By day and night he wrongs me. Every hour
He flashes into one gross crime or other
5That sets us all at odds. I’ll not endure it.
His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
On every trifle. When he returns from hunting,
I will not speak with him. Say I am sick.
If you come slack of former services,
10You shall do well. The fault of it I’ll answer.
He’s coming, madam. I hear him.
Hunting horns within
Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your fellow servants. I’ll have it come to question.
If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
15Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
Not to be overruled. Idle old man
That still would manage those authorities
That he hath given away! Now by my life,
Old fools are babes again and must be used
20With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused.
Remember what I have said.