Lear. ’Tis no matter for that. She is a woman and the daughter of a woman, therefore she will spin foul lies for her pleasure and bid her father out of sight when he is old.
Fool. Fathers that give away all their substance ere they be dead and rotten are like to see strange things come to pass. An’ thy bald crown had been worthy thy golden one it had worn thy golden one still and thou wert warm in thy palace.
Lear. This daughter! O this daughter, Goneril.
Enter King Richard II.
King Richard. He lieth in his throat that swears I am
No king. ’Tis Bolingbroke doth wear the crown
He pluck’d from me, but there’s no power can wash
Away a king’s anointing. I put it by,
Being constrain’d, but that constraining told
Not of my will but my necessity.