Page 1795 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

He’s coming, Madam; I hear him.
(Horns within.)

GONERIL
Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your fellows; I’d have it come to question:
If he distaste it, let him to my sister, [15]

Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
Not to be over-rul’d. Idle old man,
That still would manage those authorities

That he hath given away! Now, by my life,
Old fools are babes again, and must be us’d [20]
With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus’d.
Remember what I have said.

OSWALD
Well, Madam.

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, [25]
That I may speak: I’ll write straight to my sister

To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.
(Exeunt.)

Scene IV IT

(A Hall in the same.)

Enter Kent, disguised.

KENT

If but as well I other accents borrow,
That can my speech defuse, my good intent
May carry through itself to that full issue
For which I raz’d my likeness. Now, banish’d Kent,