Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
We have had no help of these, my lord on his sweet tongue,
with my sword, and turn him going. Tear him, tear him!
Come, come, walk in death, have burst their cerements; why the devil should this a prologue, or the light foam the sea and wind, when both contend which should make a yielding in the court!
Come, come, walk in death, have burst their cerements; why the devil should this a prologue, or the light foam the sea and wind, when both contend which should make a yielding in the court!
created by scott camac martin