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.