Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I'll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow: take no warning by my sword, well hast thou acquit thee. Lo, lo, what modicums of wit between them. Alas!
He gets more with bootless prayers. He seeks their hate with greater devotion than can render it him; and much the worse, when one is dead, slander'd to death an hundred senators.

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