KING LEAR

Regan, I think you are; I know what reason

I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,

I would divorce me from thy mother’s tomb,

Sepulchring an adultress.

[To KENT]

O, are you free?

Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,

Thy sister’s naught: O Regan, she hath tied

Sharp-tooth’d unkindness, like a vulture, here:

[Points to his heart]

I can scarce speak to thee; thou’lt not believe

With how depraved a quality — O Regan!