Speeches (Lines) for Goneril in "The Tragedy of King Lear"

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1 I / 1
  • Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;
    Dearer than eyesight,...
  • Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;
    Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;
    Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
    No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
    As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found;
    A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable.
    Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
  • Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
    Give me the map there. Know we have divided
    In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent
    To shake all cares and business from our age,
    Conferring them on younger strengths while we
    Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
    And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
    We have this hour a constant will to publish
    Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
    May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,
    Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
    Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
    And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters
    (Since now we will divest us both of rule,
    Interest of territory, cares of state),
    Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
    That we our largest bounty may extend
    Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
    Our eldest-born, speak first.

    Goneril. Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;
    Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;
    Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
    No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
    As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found;
    A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable.
    Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

2 I / 1
  • Prescribe not us our duties.
  • Prescribe not us our duties.
  • Cordelia. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
    Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are;
    And, like a sister, am most loath to call
    Your faults as they are nam'd. Use well our father.
    To your professed bosoms I commit him;
    But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
    I would prefer him to a better place!
    So farewell to you both.

    Goneril. Prescribe not us our duties.

3 I / 1
  • Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly
    appertains to us...
  • Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly
    appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night.
  • King of France. Come, my fair Cordelia.

    Goneril. Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly
    appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night.

4 I / 1
  • You see how full of changes his age is. The observation we
    have made of it h...
  • You see how full of changes his age is. The observation we
    have made of it hath not been little. He always lov'd our
    sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her
    off appears too grossly.
  • Regan. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.

    Goneril. You see how full of changes his age is. The observation we
    have made of it hath not been little. He always lov'd our
    sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her
    off appears too grossly.

5 I / 1
  • The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then
    must we look to r...
  • The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then
    must we look to receive from his age, not alone the
    imperfections of long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal
    the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with
    them.
  • Regan. 'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly
    known himself.

    Goneril. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then
    must we look to receive from his age, not alone the
    imperfections of long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal
    the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with
    them.

6 I / 1
  • There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and
    him. Pray you...
  • There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and
    him. Pray you let's hit together. If our father carry authority
    with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his
    will but offend us.
  • Regan. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this
    of Kent's banishment.

    Goneril. There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and
    him. Pray you let's hit together. If our father carry authority
    with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his
    will but offend us.

7 I / 1
  • We must do something, and i' th' heat.
  • We must do something, and i' th' heat.
  • Regan. We shall further think on't.

    Goneril. We must do something, and i' th' heat.

8 I / 3
  • Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
  • Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
  • Edmund. I do serve you in this business.
    [Exit Edgar.]
    A credulous father! and a brother noble,
    Whose nature is so far from doing harms
    That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty
    My practices ride easy! I see the business.
    Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit;
    All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. Exit.

    Goneril. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

9 I / 3
  • By day and night, he wrongs me! Every hour
    He flashes into one gross crime o...
  • By day and night, he wrongs me! Every hour
    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.
    If you come slack of former services,
    You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
  • Oswald. Ay, madam.

    Goneril. By day and night, he wrongs me! Every hour
    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.
    If you come slack of former services,
    You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.

10 I / 3
  • Put on what weary negligence you please,
    You and your fellows. I'd have it c...
  • 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 our sister,
    Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
    Not to be overrul'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
    With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd.
    Remember what I have said.
  • 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.
    If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
    Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
    Not to be overrul'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
    With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd.
    Remember what I have said.

11 I / 3
  • And let his knights have colder looks among you.
    What grows of it, no matter...
  • 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.
  • Oswald. Very 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,
    That I may speak. I'll write straight to my sister
    To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.

12 I / 4
  • Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool,
    But other of your insolent retin...
  • Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool,
    But other of your insolent retinue
    Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth
    In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir,
    I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
    To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful,
    By what yourself, too, late have spoke and done,
    That you protect this course, and put it on
    By your allowance; which if you should, the fault
    Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,
    Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
    Might in their working do you that offence
    Which else were shame, that then necessity
    Must call discreet proceeding.
  • Fool. Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for
    her frowning. Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better
    than thou art now: I am a fool, thou art nothing.
    [To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. So your face
    bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum!
    He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
    Weary of all, shall want some.-
    [Points at Lear] That's a sheal'd peascod.

    Goneril. Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool,
    But other of your insolent retinue
    Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth
    In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir,
    I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
    To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful,
    By what yourself, too, late have spoke and done,
    That you protect this course, and put it on
    By your allowance; which if you should, the fault
    Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,
    Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
    Might in their working do you that offence
    Which else were shame, that then necessity
    Must call discreet proceeding.

13 I / 4
  • Come, sir,
    I would you would make use of that good wisdom
    Whereof I know...
  • Come, sir,
    I would you would make use of that good wisdom
    Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away
    These dispositions that of late transform you
    From what you rightly are.
  • Lear. Are you our daughter?

    Goneril. Come, sir,
    I would you would make use of that good wisdom
    Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away
    These dispositions that of late transform you
    From what you rightly are.

14 I / 4
  • This admiration, sir, is much o' th' savour
    Of other your new pranks. I do b...
  • This admiration, sir, is much o' th' savour
    Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you
    To understand my purposes aright.
    As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
    Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;
    Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd, and bold
    That this our court, infected with their manners,
    Shows like a riotous inn. Epicurism and lust
    Make it more like a tavern or a brothel
    Than a grac'd palace. The shame itself doth speak
    For instant remedy. Be then desir'd
    By her that else will take the thing she begs
    A little to disquantity your train,
    And the remainder that shall still depend
    To be such men as may besort your age,
    Which know themselves, and you.
  • Lear. Your name, fair gentlewoman?

    Goneril. This admiration, sir, is much o' th' savour
    Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you
    To understand my purposes aright.
    As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
    Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;
    Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd, and bold
    That this our court, infected with their manners,
    Shows like a riotous inn. Epicurism and lust
    Make it more like a tavern or a brothel
    Than a grac'd palace. The shame itself doth speak
    For instant remedy. Be then desir'd
    By her that else will take the thing she begs
    A little to disquantity your train,
    And the remainder that shall still depend
    To be such men as may besort your age,
    Which know themselves, and you.

15 I / 4
  • You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble
    Make servants of their bett...
  • You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble
    Make servants of their betters.
  • Lear. Darkness and devils!
    Saddle my horses! Call my train together!
    Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee;
    Yet have I left a daughter.

    Goneril. You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble
    Make servants of their betters.

16 I / 4
  • Never afflict yourself to know the cause;
    But let his disposition have that...
  • Never afflict yourself to know the cause;
    But let his disposition have that scope
    That dotage gives it.
  • Duke of Albany. Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

    Goneril. Never afflict yourself to know the cause;
    But let his disposition have that scope
    That dotage gives it.

17 I / 4
  • Do you mark that, my lord?
  • Do you mark that, my lord?
  • Lear. I'll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd
    That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
    That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
    Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!
    Th' untented woundings of a father's curse
    Pierce every sense about thee!- Old fond eyes,
    Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
    And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
    To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?
    Let it be so. Yet have I left a daughter,
    Who I am sure is kind and comfortable.
    When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails
    She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find
    That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think
    I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.

    Goneril. Do you mark that, my lord?

18 I / 4
  • Pray you, content.- What, Oswald, ho!
    [To the Fool] You, sir, more knave tha...
  • Pray you, content.- What, Oswald, ho!
    [To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master!
  • Duke of Albany. I cannot be so partial, Goneril,
    To the great love I bear you--

    Goneril. Pray you, content.- What, Oswald, ho!
    [To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master!

19 I / 4
  • This man hath had good counsel! A hundred knights?
    'Tis politic and safe to...
  • This man hath had good counsel! A hundred knights?
    'Tis politic and safe to let him keep
    At point a hundred knights; yes, that on every dream,
    Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,
    He may enguard his dotage with their pow'rs
    And hold our lives in mercy.- Oswald, I say!
  • Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry! Take the fool with thee.
    A fox when one has caught her,
    And such a daughter,
    Should sure to the slaughter,
    If my cap would buy a halter.
    So the fool follows after. Exit.

    Goneril. This man hath had good counsel! A hundred knights?
    'Tis politic and safe to let him keep
    At point a hundred knights; yes, that on every dream,
    Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,
    He may enguard his dotage with their pow'rs
    And hold our lives in mercy.- Oswald, I say!

20 I / 4
  • Safer than trust too far.
    Let me still take away the harms I fear,
    Not f...
  • Safer than trust too far.
    Let me still take away the harms I fear,
    Not fear still to be taken. I know his heart.
    What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister.
    If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
    When I have show'd th' unfitness- [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    How now, Oswald?
    What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
  • Duke of Albany. Well, you may fear too far.

    Goneril. Safer than trust too far.
    Let me still take away the harms I fear,
    Not fear still to be taken. I know his heart.
    What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister.
    If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
    When I have show'd th' unfitness- [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    How now, Oswald?
    What, have you writ that letter to my sister?

21 I / 4
  • Take you some company, and away to horse!
    Inform her full of my particular f...
  • Take you some company, and away to horse!
    Inform her full of my particular fear,
    And thereto add such reasons of your own
    As may compact it more. Get you gone,
    And hasten your return. [Exit Oswald.] No, no, my lord!
    This milky gentleness and course of yours,
    Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
    You are much more at task for want of wisdom
    Than prais'd for harmful mildness.
  • Oswald. Yes, madam.

    Goneril. Take you some company, and away to horse!
    Inform her full of my particular fear,
    And thereto add such reasons of your own
    As may compact it more. Get you gone,
    And hasten your return. [Exit Oswald.] No, no, my lord!
    This milky gentleness and course of yours,
    Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
    You are much more at task for want of wisdom
    Than prais'd for harmful mildness.

22 I / 4
  • Nay then-
  • Nay then-
  • Duke of Albany. How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell.
    Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

    Goneril. Nay then-

23 II / 4
  • Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
    All's not offence that indisc...
  • Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
    All's not offence that indiscretion finds
    And dotage terms so.
  • Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
    Thou didst not know on't.- Who comes here? O heavens!
    If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
    Allow obedience- if yourselves are old,
    Make it your cause! Send down, and take my part!
    [To Goneril] Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?-
    O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?

    Goneril. Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
    All's not offence that indiscretion finds
    And dotage terms so.

24 II / 4
  • At your choice, sir.
  • At your choice, sir.
  • Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
    No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
    To wage against the enmity o' th' air,
    To be a comrade with the wolf and owl-
    Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
    Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
    Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
    To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
    To keep base life afoot. Return with her?
    Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
    To this detested groom. [Points at Oswald.]

    Goneril. At your choice, sir.

25 II / 4
  • Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
    From those that she calls ser...
  • Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
    From those that she calls servants, or from mine?
  • Regan. I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty followers?
    Is it not well? What should you need of more?
    Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
    Speak 'gainst so great a number? How in one house
    Should many people, under two commands,
    Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.

    Goneril. Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
    From those that she calls servants, or from mine?

26 II / 4
  • Hear, me, my lord.
    What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
    To follo...
  • Hear, me, my lord.
    What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
    To follow in a house where twice so many
    Have a command to tend you?
  • Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
    When others are more wicked; not being the worst
    Stands in some rank of praise. [To Goneril] I'll go with thee.
    Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
    And thou art twice her love.

    Goneril. Hear, me, my lord.
    What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
    To follow in a house where twice so many
    Have a command to tend you?

27 II / 4
  • 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
    And must needs taste his foll...
  • 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
    And must needs taste his folly.
  • Regan. This house is little; the old man and 's people
    Cannot be well bestow'd.

    Goneril. 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
    And must needs taste his folly.

28 II / 4
  • So am I purpos'd.
    Where is my Lord of Gloucester?
  • So am I purpos'd.
    Where is my Lord of Gloucester?
  • Regan. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
    But not one follower.

    Goneril. So am I purpos'd.
    Where is my Lord of Gloucester?

29 II / 4
  • My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
  • My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
  • Duke of Cornwall. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.

    Goneril. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

30 III / 7
  • Pluck out his eyes.
  • Pluck out his eyes.
  • Regan. Hang him instantly.

    Goneril. Pluck out his eyes.

31 III / 7
  • Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
  • Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
  • Duke of Cornwall. Get horses for your mistress.

    Goneril. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.

32 IV / 2
  • Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
    Not met us on the way. [Enter Os...
  • Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
    Not met us on the way. [Enter Oswald the Steward.]
    Now, where's your master?
  • Edgar. Give me thy arm.
    Poor Tom shall lead thee.

    Goneril. Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
    Not met us on the way. [Enter Oswald the Steward.]
    Now, where's your master?

33 IV / 2
  • [to Edmund] Then shall you go no further.
    It is the cowish terror of his spi...
  • [to Edmund] Then shall you go no further.
    It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
    That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs
    Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
    May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother.
    Hasten his musters and conduct his pow'rs.
    I must change arms at home and give the distaff
    Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
    Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear
    (If you dare venture in your own behalf)
    A mistress's command. Wear this. [Gives a favour.]
    Spare speech.
    Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,
    Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
    Conceive, and fare thee well.
  • Oswald. Madam, within, but never man so chang'd.
    I told him of the army that was landed:
    He smil'd at it. I told him you were coming:
    His answer was, 'The worse.' Of Gloucester's treachery
    And of the loyal service of his son
    When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot
    And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out.
    What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
    What like, offensive.

    Goneril. [to Edmund] Then shall you go no further.
    It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
    That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs
    Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
    May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother.
    Hasten his musters and conduct his pow'rs.
    I must change arms at home and give the distaff
    Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
    Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear
    (If you dare venture in your own behalf)
    A mistress's command. Wear this. [Gives a favour.]
    Spare speech.
    Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,
    Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
    Conceive, and fare thee well.

34 IV / 2
  • My most dear Gloucester!
    O, the difference of man and man!
    To thee a wom...
  • My most dear Gloucester!
    O, the difference of man and man!
    To thee a woman's services are due;
    My fool usurps my body.
  • Edmund. Yours in the ranks of death! Exit.

    Goneril. My most dear Gloucester!
    O, the difference of man and man!
    To thee a woman's services are due;
    My fool usurps my body.

35 IV / 2
  • I have been worth the whistle.
  • I have been worth the whistle.
  • Oswald. Madam, here comes my lord. Exit.

    Goneril. I have been worth the whistle.

36 IV / 2
  • No more! The text is foolish.
  • No more! The text is foolish.
  • Duke of Albany. O Goneril,
    You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
    Blows in your face! I fear your disposition.
    That nature which contemns it origin
    Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
    She that herself will sliver and disbranch
    From her material sap, perforce must wither
    And come to deadly use.

    Goneril. No more! The text is foolish.

37 IV / 2
  • Milk-liver'd man!
    That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
    Who...
  • Milk-liver'd man!
    That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
    Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
    Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
    Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
    Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
    France spreads his banners in our noiseless land,
    With plumed helm thy state begins to threat,
    Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
    'Alack, why does he so?'
  • Duke of Albany. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;
    Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
    Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
    A father, and a gracious aged man,
    Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
    Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded.
    Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
    A man, a prince, by him so benefited!
    If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
    Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
    It will come,
    Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
    Like monsters of the deep.

    Goneril. Milk-liver'd man!
    That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
    Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
    Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
    Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
    Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
    France spreads his banners in our noiseless land,
    With plumed helm thy state begins to threat,
    Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
    'Alack, why does he so?'

38 IV / 2
  • O vain fool!
  • O vain fool!
  • Duke of Albany. See thyself, devil!
    Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
    So horrid as in woman.

    Goneril. O vain fool!

39 IV / 2
  • Marry, your manhood mew!
  • Marry, your manhood mew!
  • Duke of Albany. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame!
    Bemonster not thy feature! Were't my fitness
    To let these hands obey my blood,
    They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
    Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend,
    A woman's shape doth shield thee.

    Goneril. Marry, your manhood mew!

40 IV / 2
  • [aside] One way I like this well;
    But being widow, and my Gloucester with he...
  • [aside] One way I like this well;
    But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
    May all the building in my fancy pluck
    Upon my hateful life. Another way
    The news is not so tart.- I'll read, and answer. Exit.
  • Gentleman. Both, both, my lord.
    This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.
    'Tis from your sister.

    Goneril. [aside] One way I like this well;
    But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
    May all the building in my fancy pluck
    Upon my hateful life. Another way
    The news is not so tart.- I'll read, and answer. Exit.

41 V / 1
  • [aside] I had rather lose the battle than that sister
    Should loosen him and...
  • [aside] I had rather lose the battle than that sister
    Should loosen him and me.
  • Edmund. Fear me not.
    She and the Duke her husband!
    Enter, with Drum and Colours, Albany, Goneril, Soldiers.

    Goneril. [aside] I had rather lose the battle than that sister
    Should loosen him and me.

42 V / 1
  • Combine together 'gainst the enemy;
    For these domestic and particular broils...
  • Combine together 'gainst the enemy;
    For these domestic and particular broils
    Are not the question here.
  • Regan. Why is this reason'd?

    Goneril. Combine together 'gainst the enemy;
    For these domestic and particular broils
    Are not the question here.

43 V / 1
  • No.
  • No.
  • Regan. Sister, you'll go with us?

    Goneril. No.

44 V / 1
  • [aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.
    [As they are going out,]...
  • [aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.
    [As they are going out,] enter Edgar [disguised].
  • Regan. 'Tis most convenient. Pray you go with us.

    Goneril. [aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.
    [As they are going out,] enter Edgar [disguised].

45 V / 3
  • Not so hot!
    In his own grace he doth exalt himself
    More than in your add...
  • Not so hot!
    In his own grace he doth exalt himself
    More than in your addition.
  • Regan. That's as we list to grace him.
    Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded
    Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers,
    Bore the commission of my place and person,
    The which immediacy may well stand up
    And call itself your brother.

    Goneril. Not so hot!
    In his own grace he doth exalt himself
    More than in your addition.

46 V / 3
  • That were the most if he should husband you.
  • That were the most if he should husband you.
  • Regan. In my rights
    By me invested, he compeers the best.

    Goneril. That were the most if he should husband you.

47 V / 3
  • Holla, holla!
    That eye that told you so look'd but asquint.
  • Holla, holla!
    That eye that told you so look'd but asquint.
  • Regan. Jesters do oft prove prophets.

    Goneril. Holla, holla!
    That eye that told you so look'd but asquint.

48 V / 3
  • Mean you to enjoy him?
  • Mean you to enjoy him?
  • Regan. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
    From a full-flowing stomach. General,
    Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
    Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine.
    Witness the world that I create thee here
    My lord and master.

    Goneril. Mean you to enjoy him?

49 V / 3
  • An interlude!
  • An interlude!
  • Duke of Albany. Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
    On capital treason; and, in thine attaint,
    This gilded serpent [points to Goneril]. For your claim, fair
    sister,
    I bar it in the interest of my wife.
    'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,
    And I, her husband, contradict your banes.
    If you will marry, make your loves to me;
    My lady is bespoke.

    Goneril. An interlude!

50 V / 3
  • [aside] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.
  • [aside] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.
  • Regan. Sick, O, sick!

    Goneril. [aside] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.

51 V / 3
  • This is mere practice, Gloucester.
    By th' law of arms thou wast not bound to...
  • This is mere practice, Gloucester.
    By th' law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
    An unknown opposite. Thou art not vanquish'd,
    But cozen'd and beguil'd.
  • Duke of Albany. Save him, save him!

    Goneril. This is mere practice, Gloucester.
    By th' law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
    An unknown opposite. Thou art not vanquish'd,
    But cozen'd and beguil'd.

52 V / 3
  • Say if I do- the laws are mine, not thine.
    Who can arraign me for't?
  • Say if I do- the laws are mine, not thine.
    Who can arraign me for't?
  • Duke of Albany. Shut your mouth, dame,
    Or with this paper shall I stop it. [Shows her her letter to
    Edmund.]- [To Edmund]. Hold, sir.
    [To Goneril] Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil.
    No tearing, lady! I perceive you know it.

    Goneril. Say if I do- the laws are mine, not thine.
    Who can arraign me for't?

53 V / 3
  • Ask me not what I know. Exit.
  • Ask me not what I know. Exit.
  • Duke of Albany. Most monstrous!
    Know'st thou this paper?

    Goneril. Ask me not what I know. Exit.

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