"Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less."
“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the 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 rogues
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 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 the moon.”
We two alone will sing like birds i' the 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 rogues
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 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 the moon.”
“The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Come, let's cover in shelter:
We two alone can play like masters i' the box:
When thou dost ask me for distraction, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee patience: so we'll live,
And run, and play, and escape from clutches of tyrants and smile and cry
At false idols, and hear poor truths
Talk of bad news; and we'll play with them too,
Who perishes and who thrives; who's chained, who's aimed;
And take upon's the travesty of rules,
As if we were the True Lies: and we'll wear them on,
In a wall'd shack, tortured souls of once Great Ones,
That sing and sacrifice by the Moon.”
We two alone can play like masters i' the box:
When thou dost ask me for distraction, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee patience: so we'll live,
And run, and play, and escape from clutches of tyrants and smile and cry
At false idols, and hear poor truths
Talk of bad news; and we'll play with them too,
Who perishes and who thrives; who's chained, who's aimed;
And take upon's the travesty of rules,
As if we were the True Lies: and we'll wear them on,
In a wall'd shack, tortured souls of once Great Ones,
That sing and sacrifice by the Moon.”
"...No, I’ll not weep.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I’ll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!"
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