GONERIL | |
By day and night he wrongs me; every hour | |
| | He flashes into one gross crime or other, | |
| | That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it: | 5 |
| | 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, | |
| | You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer. | 10 |
GONERIL | |
Put on what weary negligence you please, | |
| | You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question: | |
| | If he dislike it, let him to our sister, | |
| | Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, | 15 |
| | Not to be over-ruled. 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 | |
| | With cheques as flatteries,--when they are seen abused. | 20 |
| | Remember what I tell you. | |
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