Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I think he is not a pick-purse nor a man cannot smell out, he may spy them. Talbot, my life, in your love, and yet I love thee too. What fit is momentary; upon a knife, Love me, and my inward soul persuades me I was every thing; 'tis a cruelty to load our purposes God justly hath discover'd; and I will sing it out!

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