Reg Good sir, to the purpose. 184
Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks?
Corn. What trumpet's that?
Reg. I know 't my sister's; this approves her letter,
That she would soon be here. Is your lady come?
Enter Steward [Oswald.]
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride 188
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
Corn. What means your Grace?
Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
Thou didst not know on 't. Who comes here? O heavens, 192
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 asham'd to look upon this beard? 196
O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
Lear. O sides! you are too tough;
Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks? 201
