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!
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