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Editor’s Note1Enter Gonoril and [her] gentleman Steward

1

gonoril Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

2

steward Yes, madam.

Editor’s Note3

gonoril By day and night he wrongs me. Every hour

Editor’s Note4He flashes into one gross crime or other

5That sets us all at odds. I'll not endure it.

6His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us

7On every trifle. When he returns from hunting,

8I will not speak with him. Say I am sick.

Editor’s Note9If you come slack of former services,

10You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.

Editor’s Note[Hunting horns within]

11

steward He's coming, madam; I hear him.

12

gonoril Put on what weary negligence you please,

Editor’s Note13You and your fellow servants. I'd have it come in question.

pg 236314If he dislike it, let him to our sister,

15Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,

Editor’s Note16Not to be overruled. Idle old man

17That still would manage those authorities

18That he hath given away! Now by my life,

19Old fools are babes again, and must be used

Editor’s Note20With checks as flatteries when they are seen abused.

21Remember what I tell you.

steward Very well, madam.

22

gonoril And let his knights have colder looks among you.

23What grows of it, no matter. Advise your fellows so.

Editor’s Note24I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,

Editor’s Note25That I may speak. I'll write straight to my sister

26To hold my very course. Go, prepare for dinner.

Exeunt [severally]