My lines translated from Shakespearean

Goneril: 

By day and night she wrongs me. Every hour

she flashes into one gross crime or other

That sets us all at odds. I’ll not endure it.

Her knights grow riotous, and herself upbraids us

On every trifle. When she returns from hunting,

I will not speak with her. Say I am sick.

If you come slack of former services,

You shall do well. The fault of it I’ll answer.

She constantly offends me. Every hour she comes out with some horrible new offense that puts us all on edge. I won’t stand for it. Her knights are getting out of control, and she herself reprimands us about every little detail. When she comes back from hunting, I’m not going to speak to her. Tell him I’m sick. And if you’re not as attentive in serving him as you used to be, that’ll be good. I’ll take responsibility for it.

Goneril: 

Idle old woman
That still would manage those authorities
That she hath given away! Now by my life,
Old fools are babes again and must be used
With checks as flatteries

That useless old woman still thinks she can wield all the powers she’s given away. I swear, old fools become like babies again. You can’t just flatter them

Goneril:

Never afflict yourself to know more of it,

But let her disposition have that scope

That dotage gives it

Don’t even bother to ask the reasons. Just let him rant and rave. He’s senile. Goneril: safer than trust too far. Let me still take away the harms I fear, Not fear still to be taken. I know her heart. What she hath uttered I have writ my sister. If she sustain her and her hundred knights When I have showed th' unfitness— That’s better than exaggerating our trust. It’s always better to get rid of what you’re scared of than to be afraid. I know how his mind works. I’ve written to my sister telling her everything he’s said. If she welcomes him and his hundred knights after I’ve shown how inappropriately he’s behaved—

Goneril:

Take you some company, and away to horse.

Inform her full of my particular fear,

And thereto add such reasons of your own

As may compact it more. Get you gone

And hasten your return.

Take some men and horses and go to her. Tell her everything that worries me. Add details of your own to back up what I’m saying. Now go, and hurry back. Goneril: Why might not you, mother, receive attendance from those that she calls servants or from mine?  Why couldn't you be served by my servants or from Regan's?  Goneril: What need you five and twenty, ten or five, to follow in a house where twice as many Why do you need twenty-five nights or ten or even five when you're staying in a house with staff of double that  Goneril: Pluck out her eyes  Pull out her eyes  Goneril: I marvel our mild husband not met us on the way  ere long you are like to hear  if you dare venture n your own behalf  a mistress's command, wear this spare speech  Giving a favour  Decline your head, this kiss, if it durst speak  would stretch thy spirits up into the air  Concieve, and fare thee well  I'm suprised my husband  didn't meet us on the way  You'll know me  as my own mistress  Pull his hips towards me and give him something  This kiss should encourage you. Kisses Edmund on the cheek    I hope you understand me.  Goodbye, and good luck. Goneril: I have been worth the whistle  I've been whistled by another guy  Goneril: No more, the text is foolish  oh, be quiet your words are idiotic