GONERIL

Safer than trust too far:

Let me still take away the harms I fear,

Not fear still to be taken: I know his heart.

What he hath utter’d I have writ my sister

If she sustain him and his hundred knights

When I have show’d the unfitness, —

[Re-enter OSWALD]

How now, Oswald!

What, have you writ that letter to my sister?