You are too noisy. Must I make you go?


Cordeil's Voice:

Mother, Goneril is unkind to me.


Hygd (raising herself in bed excitedly, and speaking so vehemently that
her utterance strangles itself):

Go, go, thou evil child, thou ill-comer.


[GONERIL, with a sudden strong movement, shuts the resisting door and
holds it rigidly. The little hands beat on it madly for a moment, then
the child's voice is heard in a retreating wail.]


Goneril:

Though she is wilful, obeying only the King,
She is a very little child, mother,
To be so bitterly thought of.


Hygd:

Because a woman gives herself for ever
Cordeil the useless had to be conceived