[Stage] Enter Goneril and her steward Oswald
Goneril(贡纳莉)
Did my father strike my gentleman
For chiding of his fool?
Oswald(奥斯瓦尔德)
Ay, madam.
Goneril(贡纳莉)
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(奥斯瓦尔德)
He’s coming, madam. I hear him.
[Stage] Hunting horns within
Goneril(贡纳莉)
Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your fellow servants. I’ll 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 overruled.
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 used
With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused.
Remember what I have said.
Oswald(奥斯瓦尔德)
Very well, madam.
Goneril(贡纳莉)
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. Go, prepare for dinner.
[Stage] Exeunt severally