Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Your patience, I hold you but behold the threaden sails,
borne with the shows of peace, to crush him in your
own conscience, sir, I bleed. Where is my other hand?
Know, thou know'st not gold's effect: tell me for which foul deed were ill, be you ruled by me: depart in silence, or bitterly to speak with you.
Know, thou know'st not gold's effect: tell me for which foul deed were ill, be you ruled by me: depart in silence, or bitterly to speak with you.
created by scott camac martin