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.
Source:(Signet Classic, ed. 1998), Act V, Scene III, Page 131
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