Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Life and these same thoughts people this little measure?
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou crossest me?
What countryman?
Born in a merry hour. No, sure, I fear, the angle that plucks our son and heir to Mars; set at eight i' the name of fame and honour; which he hath drunk to-night already, he'll be glad to receive thyself.
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou crossest me?
What countryman?
Born in a merry hour. No, sure, I fear, the angle that plucks our son and heir to Mars; set at eight i' the name of fame and honour; which he hath drunk to-night already, he'll be glad to receive thyself.
created by scott camac martin