Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Who else would trace him, his grace says that he doth
suppose my sleep my death?
Find him, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes my Rosalind. God save thee, Bolingbroke!
Find him, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes my Rosalind. God save thee, Bolingbroke!
created by scott camac martin