Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
And Sir Thomas Lovell, is the man of war I have shot
over. 'Tis not his fault, the spark. O, 'tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, is not dead, for my fault, nor wittingly have I thy friend: give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by the mass, I was about to say something!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, is not dead, for my fault, nor wittingly have I thy friend: give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by the mass, I was about to say something!
created by scott camac martin