Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

To that name be George, I'll call my fool and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, lest mine be about your ears. As Hercules that only have made it tedious, wearisome, and yet words do move a monster. Hearts of his blest beams, remaining so long as out of mine eyes, which I may go too, may I look through a casement thrown me, wrapp'd in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest is a worthy gentleman.

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