Will you yet hold?—How came my man i’ the stocks?
Cornwall. I set him there, sir: but his own disorders
Deserv’d much less advancement.
Lear. You! did you?
Regan. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me;
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.