1 Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
2 Yes, madam.
3 By day and night he wrongs me; every hour 4 He flashes into one gross crime or other, 5 That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it: 6 His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us 7 On every trifle. When he returns from hunting, 8 I will not speak with him; say I am sick: 9 If you come slack of former services, 10 You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
11 He's coming, madam; I hear him.
12 Put on what weary negligence you please, 13 You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question: 14 If he dislike it, let him to our sister, 15 Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, 16 Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man, 17 That still would manage those authorities 18 That he hath given away! Now, by my life, 19 Old fools are babes again; and must be used 20 With cheques as flatteries,--when they are seen abused. 21 Remember what I tell you.
22 Well, madam.
23 And let his knights have colder looks among you; 24 What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so: 25 I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall, 26 That I may speak: I'll write straight to my sister, 27 To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.