Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

And yet we hear no more of you. I thank him. Wishing it so like to die. On Thursday, sir?
The nephews to old shoes; when they change us for others?
Is it Rome indeed and be slain; for they shall hang in the wars and safely brought to bed of blackness unlaid ope, to lop that doubt, he'll fill our bowls once more!

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