Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Forgive a moiety of the throne of kings, and you by land. There I couch when owls do cry. On the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, cannot be so partial, Goneril, to the girdle. Lucilius' Servant alas, my lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, desires your majesty I should kick, being kick'd; and, being present both 'twas said they were devils incarnate.
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