1.3.0.2506Enter Goneril and [Oswald, the] steward. Did my father strike my gentleman for
508chiding of his fool?
Ay, madam.
By day and night he wrongs me. Every hour
1.3.4511He flashes into one gross crime or other
1.3.5512That sets us all at odds. I'll not endure it.
1.3.6513His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
1.3.7514On every trifle. When he returns from hunting
1.3.8515I will not speak with him. Say I am sick.
1.3.9516If you come slack of former services
1.3.10517You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
He's coming madam. I hear him.
Put on what weary negligence you please,
1.3.13520You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question.
1.3.14521If he distaste it, let him to my sister,
Remember what I have said. Well, madam.
10.3And let his knights have colder looks among
526you. What grows of it no matter. Advise your fellows
527so.
11I'll write straight to my sister to hold my course.
528Prepare for dinner.