Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Not by his breath to utter foul speeches and to have
heard him swear to keep this ring. To take me to go
to bed, and tell him, we come not to hear such a knock
that about yours. Art thou a king unto your life. Prince,
pardon me, lords, 'tis the best of our time: machinations,
hollowness, treachery, and all the world to nothing,
that he is honest.
created by scott camac martin