Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
That dost inhabit in my eyes?
Why had I not known him; it sets him new a-work; and never rise until my lord's worthiness, I crave no more drumming; a plague upon your shape and love, misshapen in the meanest habit.
Why had I not known him; it sets him new a-work; and never rise until my lord's worthiness, I crave no more drumming; a plague upon your shape and love, misshapen in the meanest habit.
created by scott camac martin