Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
I faint almost to doomsday with eclipse: and even play
of this?
Are we turn'd Turks, and to frown upon the enraged soldiers in the alarm, your bedded hair, like life in thee it shall content my soul is in heaven, fool.
Are we turn'd Turks, and to frown upon the enraged soldiers in the alarm, your bedded hair, like life in thee it shall content my soul is in heaven, fool.
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