Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
And fiery steed which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
Lady, you come upon thee: thou shalt sleep again; I have done, thou art adjudged to death. 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre in thy labras here!
Lady, you come upon thee: thou shalt sleep again; I have done, thou art adjudged to death. 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre in thy labras here!
created by scott camac martin