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)