Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

What man art thou that lately didst descend into this gaping hollow of the wicked. I must be the poisoner of good epilogues. What a majesty he bears to death. 'Tis beauty that doth warrant a liberal tongue. Nay, speak thy mind; what thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads; beheld his tears, an 'twere my daughter's flight.

created by scott camac martin