Classical Monologue I

Classical Monologue,
Gonneril from Shakespeare's King Lear:

Did my father strike my gentlemen
For chiding of his fool?

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 slack of former services,
You shall do well. The fault of it I'll answer.

Put on what weary negligence you please,
You and your fellow servants. I'll have it come to question.
If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
Not to be overruled. Idle old man
That would still manage those authorities
That he hath given away! Now by my life,
Old fools are babes again and must be used
With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused.
Remember what I have said.

And let his knights have colder looks among you.
What grows of it, no matter. Advise your fellows so.
I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,
That I may speak. I'll write straight to my sister
To hold my very course. Go, prepare for dinner.

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Translation:

Did my father hit one of my attendants for scolding his fool?

He constantly offends me. Every hour he comes out with some horrible new offense that puts us all on edge. I won't stand for it. His knights are getting out of control, and he himself reprimands us about every little detail. When he comes back from hunting, I'm not going to speak to him. Tell him I'm sick. And if you are not as attentive in serving him as you used to be, that'll be good. I'll take responsibility for it.

Be as lazy and neglectful as you like around him - you and the other servants. I want it to become an issue. If he doesn't like it, he can go live with my sister. I know she feels the same way about him that I do, and she'll stand her ground. That useless old man still thinks he can wield all the power he's given away. I swear, old fools become like babies again. You can't just flatter them; you also have to discipline them when you see that they misguided. Remember what I've told you.

And make sure the servants are less friendly to his knights. Don't worry about the consequences. Tell you men as much. I want to provoke confrontations, so I can give him a piece of my mind. I'll write to my sister and tell her my plans. Now go, set up for dinner.

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She is one of the two evil sisters. Her father has just given her all of this authorities and she wants to kick him out. Fiesty bitch. She isn't as "rude" or "obnoxious" in this monologue, but is the calm before the storm where moments of how ugly she truly can be peak out of the story. I like it because its so mean, without being directly mean. I can have this evil within me and not share it. Oh selfish me!