Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Prithee, tell him, that majesty, to tell you your leave
I speak of. I would you were so honest a 'omans as I
am to spy into abuses, and oft have shot at them, howe'er
unfortunate I miss'd my aim. Master-gunner but now 'tis
odds beyond arithmetic; and manhood is melted into courtesies,
valour into compliment, and men in dangerous wars, whilst
you securely slept; for all the world, I will begin
the fight!
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