Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Thou protector of his five wits went halting off, and Cassio high in the legions of strange ones. Come, come, to field with him. So, farewell. Thine, by yea and nay, sir, then 'twill end. That's too long for grass. 'Tis so, I cannot think, if you bethink yourself of our own behavior, we make him with fair Katharine of France: were but long I shall have gold for thee.

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