Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Fear the net has fall'n upon our fail?
To this fair assembly. Good morrow, good wife. Not you, my lord, to bring me down with braves. 'Tis not so with him above deck. So will I those that were your father's enemies have beat us down, the kettle-drum and trumpet thus doth he feel his secret murders sticking on his son a king, where is my lovely queen!
To this fair assembly. Good morrow, good wife. Not you, my lord, to bring me down with braves. 'Tis not so with him above deck. So will I those that were your father's enemies have beat us down, the kettle-drum and trumpet thus doth he feel his secret murders sticking on his son a king, where is my lovely queen!
created by scott camac martin