Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I smell a device. I have't in my angry guardant stood alone, tendering my ruin and decay: it cannot hold: no reason that with all the learned council of the wrestler that did preserve me. Thou told'st me thou wouldst have plunged thyself in thy behalf, I'll thank myself for hateful deeds committed by your allowance; which if wrongfully, let heaven requite it with sweet peace!

created by scott camac martin