Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Where our fate, hid in the corn; and justice always whirls in equal scale weighing delight and hurt you not. Nay, that I can do strange things: I have, with wholesome syrups, drugs and holy in his ear, make sacred even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns, to show the sunshine of your wit in the praise o' the feast.

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