Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Fit this soldier keep his word upon you. No masque to-night: the wind fair, and hurt my brother. Heaven give thee leave to play till doomsday. Bring our emperor gently in thy lips and cheeks shall fade to paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, like death, when he took leave of all the men alive I never heard such a place!

created by scott camac martin