Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
That you depart from him, there thou mayst tell thy
master I am none of his flirt-gills; I am slain!
My lord, I will be thankful. To any man. You'll find it so. To-morrow, then, we kill all the tears that should sing by day, when I have show'd the better for that.
My lord, I will be thankful. To any man. You'll find it so. To-morrow, then, we kill all the tears that should sing by day, when I have show'd the better for that.
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