Goneril
Notes on Goneril
Quotes spoken by the character Goneril
Goneril, Our eldest born, speak first
Read the QuoteKing Lear
Goneril,
Our eldest born, speak first.
Goneril
Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor;
As much as child e’er loved, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor,
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Bid farewell to your sisters
Read the QuoteFrance
Bid farewell to your sisters.
Cordelia
The jewels of our father, with washed eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are,
And like a sister am most loath to call
Your faults as they are named. Love well our father.
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,
Who covers faults at last with shame derides.
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No, no, my lord, This milky gentleness
Read the QuoteGoneril
No, no, my lord,
This milky gentleness and course of yours,
Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more at task for want of wisdom
Than praised for harmful mildness.
Albany
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell.
Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
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I pray you, father, being weak, seem so
Read the QuoteRegan
I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
If till the expiration of your month
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me.
I am now from home and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
King Lear
Return to her?
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Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favored
Read the QuoteKing Lear
Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favored
When others are more wicked. Not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise.
To Goneril.
I’ll go with thee.
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Goneril
Hear me, my lord.
What need you five-and-twenty,
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I have been worth the whistle
Read the QuoteGoneril
I have been worth the whistle.
Albany
O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition.
That nature which contemns its origin
Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.
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