Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
And a Jacksauce, as ever his black shoe trod upon God's
ground and mine!
Thou wall, O sweet Juliet, thy beauty scratch'd with briers, scars to move laughter only. Consider further, that when he speaks plain cannon fire, and through Wall's chink, poor souls, how idly do they ease the gnawing vulture of thy excuse: my lady craves to know no ways to wail.
Thou wall, O sweet Juliet, thy beauty scratch'd with briers, scars to move laughter only. Consider further, that when he speaks plain cannon fire, and through Wall's chink, poor souls, how idly do they ease the gnawing vulture of thy excuse: my lady craves to know no ways to wail.
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