Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Of Ireland are in me for such a kind of man, like a
spaniel. Come your ways; an you play to-night: but I
am pigeon-liver'd and lack not to be over-ruled. Idle
old man, shall frutify unto you, I have given her physic,
and you alone: you go on thou canst outface me with
thy looks: set limb to limb, and thou art flying to
a nunnery!
created by scott camac martin