Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for your love,
I'll bear from thee, and for thy hand is but a kind
of bastard hope neither. And what may follow!
Weep I cannot, take me without cause; but now a little fire in a flint, I kneel and then a scatter'd smile, and cry you mercy, sir; and now pleased fortune does of the deed.
Weep I cannot, take me without cause; but now a little fire in a flint, I kneel and then a scatter'd smile, and cry you mercy, sir; and now pleased fortune does of the deed.
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