Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
His hair. Why, thou owest God a death: I'll get me to
my bed, nor doth this cynic rhyme!
Get you home, you idle creatures get you gone: you shall give the advice. By the hand, and called me brother; and I hear, the king that flatter him: for what thou professest, a baboon, could he see to my lodging, the same AEgeon, speak!
Get you home, you idle creatures get you gone: you shall give the advice. By the hand, and called me brother; and I hear, the king that flatter him: for what thou professest, a baboon, could he see to my lodging, the same AEgeon, speak!
created by scott camac martin