Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Michael Best
Not Peer Reviewed

King Lear (Modern, Folio)

Enter Goneril and [Oswald, the] steward.
Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
Ay, madam.
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]
He's coming madam. I hear him.
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.
Well, madam.
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].