quinta-feira, 25 de junho de 2009

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies...

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.

King Lear, Act V, Scene 3

1 comentário:

Verónica disse...

King Lear... Li o ano passado a tradução... n posso dizer q tenha gostado, mas q passagem bonita esta no original:)