Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
The worst of words. Let it rest where it comes again!
In the shoulder of your blows are well dispatch'd; now to my mother. What manner o' thing is right. Whoever got thee, there thy fixed foot shall fight your hearts in love and one cried Murder!
In the shoulder of your blows are well dispatch'd; now to my mother. What manner o' thing is right. Whoever got thee, there thy fixed foot shall fight your hearts in love and one cried Murder!
created by scott camac martin