Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Silence; no more: I am not valiant neither, but Nature's; who perceiveth our natural wits too dull for your avails they fell: to-morrow to hunt the panther fast asleep. My sight fails, and my inward soul persuades me I had turn'd the greatest spurn, is dear in my heart, death in Mantua, here lives a caitiff recreant to my peril!

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