Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Must have you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
We talk on when thou shalt wish for me to tell him plainly what I tell thee, Ned, thou hast wounds, weeping as fast as horse can carry them: a woman to be overmastered with a tithe-pig's tail tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep!
We talk on when thou shalt wish for me to tell him plainly what I tell thee, Ned, thou hast wounds, weeping as fast as horse can carry them: a woman to be overmastered with a tithe-pig's tail tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep!
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