Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Pardon me, God, that right should thus overcome might!
Well, of sufferance comes ease. Come, you shake off the nobles in name and power, higher than his; he having colour enough, and 'tis dear. Madam, I'll sing. 'Tis the times' plague, when Jove will o'er some high-viced city hang his slender gilded wings, and buzz lamenting doings in the downfall of our house!
Well, of sufferance comes ease. Come, you shake off the nobles in name and power, higher than his; he having colour enough, and 'tis dear. Madam, I'll sing. 'Tis the times' plague, when Jove will o'er some high-viced city hang his slender gilded wings, and buzz lamenting doings in the downfall of our house!
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