Goneril (opening the door a little way):
Hush; hush — you hurt your mother with your voice.
You cannot come in, Cordeil; you must go away:
Your father is not here ...
Cordeil's Voice:
He must be here:
He is not in his chamber or the hall,
He is not in the stable or with Gormflaith:
He promised I should ride with him at dawn
And sit before his saddle and hold his hawk,
And ride with him and ride to the heron-marsh;
He said that he would give me the first heron,
And hang the longest feathers in my hair.
Goneril:
Then you must haste to find him;
He may be riding now ...
Cordeil's Voice:
But Gerda said she saw him enter here.
Goneril:
Indeed, he is not here ...