Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

For you gave me nothing for't. Can you blame Marcius for being slow in words. Why, what wouldst thou now?
If thou bear'st a woman's longing. Fortune speed us!
Thus we may effect this business yet ere night. I jest not: I never saw and birds are fain to bear the tidings of this broil brake off our slavish yoke, imp out our ingratitude with any princess of this land!

created by scott camac martin