--- In [email protected], merudanda <no_reply@...> wrote: <snip> > 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 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 th' moon.
Wow. Wonder whether Ms. Fox has any idea where the quote in her tattoo came from. In context, the above is one of the most exquisitely, wrenchingly painful things Shakespeare ever wrote.
