Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Alas, sweet aunt, I know not. Sir, shall I say?
Where's satisfaction?
It is so then: good, very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with his iron tongue of loss cried fame and honour; which dies i' the eyes of Troilus.
Where's satisfaction?
It is so then: good, very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with his iron tongue of loss cried fame and honour; which dies i' the eyes of Troilus.
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