King Lear

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 1 Scene 3

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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,
25That I may speak. I’ll write straight to my sister
To hold my very course. Go, prepare for dinner.

GONERIL

And make sure the servants are less friendly to his knights. Don’t worry about the consequences. Tell your men as much. I want this to provoke confrontations, so I can give him a piece of my mind. I’ll write to my sister and tell her my plans. Now go, set up for dinner.
Exeunt severally
They exit in opposite directions.