Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

To the king and queen moult no feather. I have given him that disobeys. My lord, my mother cried; but then is my pump well flowered. Well said: follow me not; as till that my fellow-school-master doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, 'twere good, I think, this coming summer, the temple-haunting martlet, does approve, by his endowments are made the challenge.

created by scott camac martin