KING LEAR: […] what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters'? Speak.
CORDELIA: Nothing, my lord.
KING LEAR: Nothing?
CORDELIA: Nothing.
KING LEAR: Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.
CORDELIA: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond, nor more nor less.
KING LEAR: How, how, Cordelia! Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.