"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 we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison,
packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th'moon."
(Act V, Scene 3)

	The Fool
	Albany
	Lear
	Cornelia
	Edgar

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