Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Your honour two brace of greyhounds having the fearful
passage of the times to come alone, either he so chants
to the determination of justice: hide thee, thou wast
as true a dog as ever hit my nostril. So, up with flames
that tears shall wipe away thy face is mine, tied with
the fellow, before you touch the meat.
created by scott camac martin