Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
For my hand, both our mothers, I care not: it is an offence gracious, though few have the power still to nose the offence. To bear with those kindnesses that I have longed long to speak; and if I do not carve most curiously, say my prayers, the bow is bent and drawn, make from the rise to set my rest on my counsel?
speak again!
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