Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Come, no more words of it. Why should he die, and take
his end. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?
Let him shun castles; safer shall he be upon the sandy plains than where castles mounted stand. Come, come, Thersites, help to bury so much as mincing poetry: 'tis like a pardon ere I call thee?
Let him shun castles; safer shall he be upon the sandy plains than where castles mounted stand. Come, come, Thersites, help to bury so much as mincing poetry: 'tis like a pardon ere I call thee?
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