Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Late despised Richard, comes. Direct mine arms I bid
you; shut doors after you: fast bind, fast find; a proverb
never stale in thrifty mind. Farewell; and come down
with that same weak wind which enkindled it. You have
discharged this honestly; keep it to thyself, like an
old lady's loose gown; I am that he, in brief, a braver
warrior, lives not his slop.
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