GONERIL.
’Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
And must needs taste his folly.
REGAN.
For his particular, I’ll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
GONERIL.
So am I purpos’d.
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
Enter Gloucester.
CORNWALL.
Followed the old man forth, he is return’d.
GLOUCESTER.
The King is in high rage.
CORNWALL.
Whither is he going?
GLOUCESTER.
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.
CORNWALL.
’Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.
GONERIL.
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.