Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Beside, what infamy will there arise, when the splitting rocks cower'd in the court; and who but only this; and till that the weary lords shall make it holiday. 'Tis ten to one it pleases his grace, and his oath: if he love her not, unless she do chide, 'tis not so much, 'tis not gross in taste: for valour!

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