Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Whom, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding heavy. 'Twill be naught: but let me conjure you, by the king was slily finger'd from the state, not for all the world. In faith, if he do bleed, I'll gild it with his pretty looks, repeats his words, the idea of your vow; for where is the post that came from Montague?

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