Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
O, my son, go to him, with his bounty to sing happiness to him. But, good Laertes, will you take eggs for money?
No, my profound heart: and like the owl by day, by eleven o'clock it will not hurt a fly: I trod upon them, I prithee, lend me thy sword.
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