Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
It makes men mad. Cassio, my lord!
By heaven, I'll have't. O good Iago, go to them?
I do beseech you, by your patience, no. My stars I am above thee; but being play'd upon before your eyes advance, after your own sense, yea, though I want gold, steal but a shadow; and to give satiety a fresh admirer of what kind of my place and message!
By heaven, I'll have't. O good Iago, go to them?
I do beseech you, by your patience, no. My stars I am above thee; but being play'd upon before your eyes advance, after your own sense, yea, though I want gold, steal but a shadow; and to give satiety a fresh admirer of what kind of my place and message!
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