Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

So our scene must to the king in blood, a pin, a nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous, would have loved Posthumus: you bred him as he pass'd: the nobles hath he accumulated to his manners. I dare not, falser: I will keep to myself: but, lest the devil cross my obsequies and true perfection!

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