King Lear

each fancy,
each complaint,

he may enguard
his dotage
with their pow'rs,

and hold our lives
in mercy.

You might
fear too far.

Safer than
trust too far.

No, no, my lord.
This milky gentleness
of yours shows
want of wisdom.

Striving to better,
oft we mar what's well.

Nay, then.
Well, well.
The event.
Did my father strike
my gentleman
for chiding of his fool?

Ay, madam.
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 short
of former services,

you shall do well;
the fault of it
I'll answer.

Put on what weary
negligence you please,
you and your fellows.

I'd have it come to question.
If he distaste it,
let him to my sister.

Idle old man,
that still would manage
those authorities
that he hath given away.