Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted.
Nothing, nothing at all, nothing! I can't watch anymore: The Egyptian admiral, with all sixty of their ships, Is fleeing and steering away: It's so bad I can't bear to see it.
Domitius Enobarbus · Act 3, Scene 10
At the Battle of Actium, Cleopatra's fleet has turned and fled, and Antony has chased after her, abandoning his navy and his victory. Enobarbus watches in horror as the greatest military leader on earth throws away triumph for love. The repetition of naught marks the moment the play's tragic arc becomes irreversible.