For the Defense, from King Lear:
CORDELIA
Nothing, my lord.
KING LEAR
Nothing?
CORDELIA
Nothing.
KING LEAR
Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.
KING LEAR
If aught within that little seeming substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced,
And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
She's there, and she is yours.
KING LEAR
Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.
EDMUND
Nothing, my lord.
GLOUCESTER
The quality of nothing hath
not such need to hide itself. Let's see: come,
if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.
GLOUCESTER
Find out this villain, Edmund; it shall
lose thee nothing; do it carefully...
EDMUND
have told you what I have seen
and heard; but faintly, nothing like the image
and horror of it: pray you, away.
KENT
This is nothing, fool.
FOOL
Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer; you
gave me nothing for't. Can you make no use of
nothing, nuncle?
KING LEAR
Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing.
FOOL
thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides,
and left nothing i' the middle: here comes one o'
the parings.
FOOL
I am better than thou art now; I am a fool,
thou art nothing.
FOOL
Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue; so your face
bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum,
EDMUND
He's coming hither: now, i' the night, i' the haste,
And Regan with him: have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Advise yourself.
KENT
one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch:
OSWALD
Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
KENT
Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery…
EDGAR
That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am.
GENTLEMAN:
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of...
KING LEAR
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing.
GLOUCESTER
Go to; say you nothing.
KING LEAR
What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?
KING LEAR
Death, traitor! nothing could have subdued nature
To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
EDGAR
The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here?
EDGAR
There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror...
ALBANY
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less.
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