GONERIL
Pray you, content. What, Oswald, ho!
To the Fool
You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master. Fool
Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry and 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 powers, And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say! 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 the
unfitness,
Re-enter OSWALD
How now, Oswald! What, have you writ that letter to my sister? 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 not, yet, under pardon, You
are much more attask'd for want of wisdom Than praised for harmful mildness. ALBANY
How far your eyes may pierce I can not tell: Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. GONERIL
Nay, then
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