Goneril & Regan (King Lear)

Ladies of untrue filial ingratitude I doubt if you are genuine to the crown Your love thrown to a villain's attitude The old king sees now that love speaks than clown Words. For ladies who plucks respected beard And poison for love is what thou see'st A daughter who calls love silent is heard But who dare throws own self to the tempest? The tool that united you against your blood Stained and split you against your selves You shall never be reborn in this world If you were, you should not be your selves Women of ruthless heartlessness who turn Milk of humanity to demonic buns