Cordeil's Voice::
Let me look ...
Goneril:
You are too noisy. Must I make you go?
Cordeil's Voice:
Mother, Goneril is unkind to me.
Hygd (raising herself in bed excitedly, and speaking so vehemently that her utterance strangles itself):
Go, go, thou evil child, thou ill-comer.
GONERIL, with a sudden strong movement, shuts the resisting door and holds it rigidly. The little hands beat on it madly for a moment, then the child's voice is heard in a retreating wail.
Goneril: