Know that we have divided In three our kingdom; and ‘tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age (I.i)
How, nothing will come of nothing. Speak again. (I.i)
See better Lear, and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye. (I.i)
Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me? (I.ii)
