Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Silence; no more: I am not valiant neither, but Nature's;
who perceiveth our natural wits too dull for your avails
they fell: to-morrow to hunt the panther fast asleep.
My sight fails, and my inward soul persuades me I had
turn'd the greatest spurn, is dear in my heart, death
in Mantua, here lives a caitiff recreant to my peril!
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