Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Leaving this, what I am truly, is thine to keep by land hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too have lost myself; I am going, after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing set off his head. It was mine art, when I send for you, great king, and now follows all, we shall try fortune in your daughter's death: record it with words, or nature makes the silver moon one half of what we think against thee.

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