Act 1 Scene 3

Scene 3

[Enter Goneril and Oswald, her Steward.]


GONERIL  Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding
 of his Fool?

OSWALD  Ay, madam.

GONERIL 
 By day and night he wrongs me. Every hour
[5]  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,
 I will not speak with him. Say I am sick.
[10]  If you come slack of former services,
 You shall do well. The fault of it I’ll answer.

OSWALD  He’s coming, madam. I hear him.

GONERIL 
 Put on what weary negligence you please,
 You and your fellows. I’d have it come to question.
[15]  If he distaste it, let him to my sister,
 Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
 Not to be overruled. Idle old man
 That still would manage those authorities
 That he hath given away. Now, by my life,
[20]  Old fools are babes again and must be used
 With checks as flatteries, when they are seen
 abused.
 Remember what I have said.

OSWALD   Well, madam.

[25]GONERIL 
 And let his knights have colder looks among you.
 What grows of it, no matter. Advise your fellows so.
 I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,
 That I may speak. I’ll write straight to my sister
 To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.
[They exit in different directions.]






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The word fool is both denotive and connotative of the rational and irrational exuberance of a “fool” I.e. King Lear!

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