Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
And, for turning away, let summer bear it as our argument,
to tell me John hath seized her, or, wing'd with fervor
of her life to see me triumph?
Ay, my commander: when I was like this maid, I can express no kinder sign of what thou hast been, or I am dead.
Ay, my commander: when I was like this maid, I can express no kinder sign of what thou hast been, or I am dead.
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