LEAR No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i’th’cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues14 Talk of court news, and we’ll talk with them too — Who loses and who wins, who’s in, who’s out — And take upon’s the mystery of things17, As if we were God’s spies: and we’ll wear out18 In a walled prison packs and sects19 of great ones That ebb and flow by th’moon20.
