Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
My form lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine ear; obey and be slain; no worse man than follow him at Saint Alban's shrine, within this hour it will be dinner-time: till that, I'll view the manners of the men. 'Tis Joan, not we, hath safely fought to-day.
speak again!
created by scott camac martin