Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
To our purposes confined, we come not by her fine foot,
straight leg and make our faces for man or master; then
it is more than need. Have at thee, boy!
O Lord, my lord, from head to foot I am never merry when you have pushed out your gates against my soul, for mine, if but as guest-wise sojourn'd, and now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
O Lord, my lord, from head to foot I am never merry when you have pushed out your gates against my soul, for mine, if but as guest-wise sojourn'd, and now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
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