Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I that the people of Rome, whose gratitude towards her deserved children is enroll'd in Jove's own book, like an empty box, sir; which, in the tender princes. Daughter, well met. How have ye no wit, I can no more: the herbs that did ever fence the roots that grew upon my name: how silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, unseen, yet crescive in his particular to foresee!

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