King Lear becomes Lear texting “okay who wants a kingdom,” to which Goneril replies “me me I do.”
"A dear old lady," murmured Goneril, much more interested in her posy.
But Goneril excused herself, and said, what need of so many as five-and-twenty?
What would Goneril say, the glib-tongued Ann, and all the rest?
Goneril felt that the time had come for silence and good manners.
A few mornings after these events the postman brought a letter for Goneril.
Goneril spent most of the day watching the road from Florence.
He walked on very quickly till he came to Goneril, who was busy plucking roses in a hedge.
Enters Kent, and at this moment the corpses of Goneril and Regan are brought in.
It was happy for Goneril that her more striking peculiarities were less of the person than of temper and taste.