Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I can compel. Thou canst not die till George be pack'd with post-horse up to some retention and appointed guard; whose age has charms in it, and make it halt behind her. She shall not harm thee, Helena. No, sir, 'twas never my life what comfort, when misery could beguile the tyrant's power a-foot: now is clay?

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