We are not the first who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst. for thee, oppressed king, am i cast down; myself could else outfrown false fortune's frown. shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? 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 laugh3135 at gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues talk of court news; and we'll talk with them toowho loses and who wins; who's in, who's outand take upon 's the mystery of things, as if we were god's spies; and we'll wear out, in a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones that ebb and flow by th' moon.