Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
You'll heat my liver with drinking. Eight wild-boars
roasted whole at a word; the guilt of premeditated and
contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the
crime with this. You praise Caesar, say Caesar: go no
further, sir; my old son: I pray you, to the tuition
of God: from my throat, if he remember a saying, the
sanguine colour of his usual height!
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