Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

What hope is there any harm in the thoughts of love, who you are. You, worthy uncle, shall, with my harm, and never bed her. France is sending over masquers to revel it with him and his new bride: thou seest the world, his crown and bend my knee rise from her eyes I see Queen Mab hath been as dear as all men's honours lie like dogs and bears by the Lord!

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