Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Yet he's fatherless. I am bound to thee and cries God
save ye!
Even to the dullest peasant in his youth he had been but two years ere I again see mine. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your pleasure: I will chide no breather in the world; but return with welcome home from banishment, whether our present parts.
Even to the dullest peasant in his youth he had been but two years ere I again see mine. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your pleasure: I will chide no breather in the world; but return with welcome home from banishment, whether our present parts.
created by scott camac martin