Gon.

Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

Ste.
Ay, madam. ^note

Gon.
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 ^note 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. [Horns within.

Ste.
He's coming, madam; I hear him.

Gon.
Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question: ^note—
If he dislike it, ^note let him to my sister, ^note
Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
Not to be over-rul'd. Idle old man, ^note
That still would manage those authorities
That he hath given away! Now, by my life,14Q1320
Old fools are babes again; and must be us'd
With checks, not flatteries ^note when they are seen abus'd.
Remember what I ^note have said.

Ste.
Very ^note well, madam.

Gon.
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, ^note
That I may speak:—I'll write straight to my sister,
To hold my very ^note course:—Prepare ^note for dinner. [Exeunt severally.

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