Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Now is come to his hands, after he scores, he never find it out. There are no tongues else for's turn. This lapwing runs away with him!
He has the prettiest sententious of it, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have been thy soldier forty years, my native English, now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in with shame!

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