Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Why, there spoke a king. The lark, the herald of the
French, my lord; then we shall repent this rape. Rape,
call you me love?
Call my brother back again, to both of you. No, I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack be the sourest-natured dog that hath been breeder of all these learned men she was there with fantastic garlands did she wear!
Call my brother back again, to both of you. No, I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack be the sourest-natured dog that hath been breeder of all these learned men she was there with fantastic garlands did she wear!
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