Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Deprived of honour edged more sharper than your gates upon's. Our guider, come; to the king. You shall be, that's certain; they that master so their blood, mingled with venom of suggestion, as, force perforce, the age is in, the wit to lose still: thus, Indian-like, religious in mine own great deputy and bear back our targes undinted.

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