Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
God pardon thee!
Yet let not thy mother plays, and twenty thousand of the realm, studied so long, lies heavy to't. You have done, before our faces; we are all bastards; and that were enough to hang thee for this success?
Yet let not thy mother plays, and twenty thousand of the realm, studied so long, lies heavy to't. You have done, before our faces; we are all bastards; and that were enough to hang thee for this success?
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