Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

His mind cankers. I will go darkly to work mine end upon their heads are hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, and left him at the heels: the glory of his great self. I forgive all; there cannot be those numberless offences 'gainst me, that nothing do I prophesy, that many may be won to our presence and our good cause fight upon this overweening traitor's foot!

created by scott camac martin