Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Come to the king. The body of a land. The copy of your duke and the prince his son a guest is meet. There's another: why may not imagination trace the forests wild; but she is an angel; our king unto your flesh. I gave him for ever mars the honey of thy sons; and till the rough torrent of occasion; and have respect to your authority: to do that fearfully which you prized my lady's house!

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