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.
Goneril felt that the time had come for silence and good manners.
What would Goneril say, the glib-tongued Ann, and all the rest?
Goneril spent most of the day watching the road from Florence.
A few mornings after these events the postman brought a letter for Goneril.
Enters Kent, and at this moment the corpses of Goneril and Regan are brought in.
He walked on very quickly till he came to Goneril, who was busy plucking roses in a hedge.
If he ever cared for any one in the world, except himself, he may have cared a little for Goneril.
It was happy for Goneril that her more striking peculiarities were less of the person than of temper and taste.