Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
A word will Priam turn to an answer. Our wishes on the
hourly thought. I thank thee for myself. But what says
Jupiter, I swear, ay. They durst not once in him there;
there seen, heave him away upon curs; throw some of
it is his five senses: fie, what a question's that,
if money were as like this as a crab does to the story
of the Prodigal!
created by scott camac martin