KING LEAR

Who stock’d my servant? Regan, I have good hope

Thou didst not know on’t. Who comes here? O heavens,

[Enter GONERIL]

If you do love old men, if your sweet sway

Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,

Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!

[To GONERIL]

Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?

O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?