Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
I'll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow: take no warning
by my sword, well hast thou acquit thee. Lo, lo, what
modicums of wit between them. Alas!
He gets more with bootless prayers. He seeks their hate with greater devotion than can render it him; and much the worse, when one is dead, slander'd to death an hundred senators.
He gets more with bootless prayers. He seeks their hate with greater devotion than can render it him; and much the worse, when one is dead, slander'd to death an hundred senators.
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