| Cym V.v.271 | [Cymbeline to Innogen, of the Queen] O, she was naught |
| Mac IV.iii.224 | [Macduff to himself, of his wife's and childrens' murder] They were all struck for thee. Naught that I am, / Not for their own demerits, but for mine, / Fell slaughter on their souls |
| RJ III.ii.87 | [Nurse to Juliet, of men] All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers |