Enter Goneril and [Oswald, the] steward.
Goneril
Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
Oswald
Ay, madam.
510Goneril
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.
His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
On every trifle. When he returns from hunting
515I 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.
[Hunting horns within]
Oswald
He's coming madam. I hear him.
Goneril
Put on what weary negligence you please,
520You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question.
If he distaste it, let him to my sister,
Whose mind and mine I know in that are one.
Remember what I have said.
Oswald
Well, madam.
525Goneril
And let his knights have colder looks among you. What grows of it no matter. Advise your fellows so. I'll write straight to my sister to hold my course. Prepare for dinner.
Exeunt [separately].