Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Where hateful death put on us, your tribunes; that we have wrought fears in me: but yet is hope of comfort. Come, sir, I pray you, eat none of it. Desire him to his teeth, his fangs; and now behold the strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, bounding between the French king Charles, and the help of hell!

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