Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
So presume to scorn us in our familiar paths: witness
our too much too. Why, masters, my good lord; 'tis I.
The early village-cock hath twice done and then done
double were poor to those fields where I stand wholly
for you: consider of his pitcher by the sky doth frown
and lour upon you and come home in peace.
created by scott camac martin