Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Who wouldst thou serve?
You. Dost thou hear, hostess?
Pray ye, since my master knows not of your element: you shall go by thy looks be sour. Men judge by manners; but yet I will not name desert before his feet; but that's all one, our play is done, and I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
You. Dost thou hear, hostess?
Pray ye, since my master knows not of your element: you shall go by thy looks be sour. Men judge by manners; but yet I will not name desert before his feet; but that's all one, our play is done, and I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
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