GONERIL

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. Prepare for dinner.

[Exeunt]

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“scene” 4

Scene 4

[A hall in the same.]

[Enter KENT, disguised]