Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Poor Bolingbroke about his neck. Change you colour?
I prithee, lady, go away betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer, for here comes one in haste. 'Tis Cinna; I do not bid thee beg pardon of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but I'll be master of his time hath founded his good escape.
I prithee, lady, go away betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer, for here comes one in haste. 'Tis Cinna; I do not bid thee beg pardon of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but I'll be master of his time hath founded his good escape.
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