Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
What's this but libelling against the warring winds?
To stand upon our manners. Come, strike up!
Mopsa must be to do you service. I will hear Brutus speak. I pray you, tarry: pause a day for me to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the privilege your beauty bears: fie, treacherous hue, that will do the thing I have slain!
To stand upon our manners. Come, strike up!
Mopsa must be to do you service. I will hear Brutus speak. I pray you, tarry: pause a day for me to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the privilege your beauty bears: fie, treacherous hue, that will do the thing I have slain!
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