We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage…/
…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…
…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…
King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
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