Passage from King Lear and respond to the Questions

Passage from King Lear and respond to the Questions

Act 4, Scene 2 from King Lear

GONERIL: 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.

GONERIL: No more! The text is foolish.

ALBANY: Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;

Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?

Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform’d?

A father, and a gracious aged man,

Whose reverence even the head-lugg’d bear would lick,

Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded.

Could my good brother suffer you to do it?

A man, a prince, by him so benefited!

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits

Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,

It will come,

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Like monsters of the deep.

GONERIL: Milk-liver’d man!

That bear’st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;

Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning

Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know’st

Fools do those villains pity who are punish’d

Ere they have done their mischief. Where’s thy drum?

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land,

With plumed helm thy state begins to threat,

Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit’st still, and criest

‘Alack, why does he so?’

ALBANY: See thyself, devil!

Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

So horrid as in woman.

GONERIL: O vain fool!

ALBANY: Thou changed and self-cover’d thing, for shame!

Bemonster not thy feature! Were’t my fitness

To let these hands obey my blood,

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

Thy flesh and bones. Howe’er thou art a fiend,

A woman’s shape doth shield thee.

GONERIL: Marry, your manhood mew!

Answer the questions in the picture I provided.