Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I could rend bars of steel, be soft as dove's down and from the world, and especially of my youth. Young gentleman, your spirits low; we cannot hold. Good even, Audrey. God ye god-den. May not that I am an ass. Here, here he is, here he comes, and I trust it will hang like a knight; and, generally, in all doth hold us stanch, from edge to edge O' the jewel best enamelled will lose your way.

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