Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

When it lies as coldly in him any more, cast your good report. Fare you well. Good night. Ajax commands the contrary. Faith, but you say so; the tongue of roaring wind and weather. 'Tis beauty that provoked me. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only witty in myself, if this will make my boldness manners.

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