Scena Tertia.
Enter Gonerill, and Steward.
Gon.
Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chi∣ding of his Foole?
Ste.
I Madam.
Gon.
By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre
He flashes into one grosse crime, or other,
That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it;
His Knights grow riotous, and himselfe vpbraides vs
On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting,
I will not speake with him, say I am sicke,
If you come slacke of former seruices,
You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer.
Ste.
He's comming Madam, I heare him.
Gon.
Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your Fellowes: I'de haue 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 haue said.
Ste.
Well Madam.
Gon.
And let his Knights haue colder lookes among you: what growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes so, Ile write straight to my Sister to hold my course; pre∣pare for dinner.
Exeunt.