King Lear

by: William Shakespeare

Act 3, scenes 6-7

1
Arraign her first, ‘tis Goneril—I here take my oath, before this honourable assembly—kicked the poor king her father. (III.vi)
2
Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts? (III.vi)
3
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath (III.vii)
4
I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes (III.vii)
5
Out, vile jelly (III.vii)