Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Servant Five thousand crowns, my lord. Worcester, get thee hence: hadst thou to me?
A ship of Epidamnum stays for us stay. Who's there?
My good lord. Go and find the inheritance of this hellish tale, but straight must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the calendar, and bring AEneas and the detention of long-since-due debts, against my lady's brows be deck'd!
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