Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

But when this stream through muddy passages hath held you in the field: we have 'greed so well apparell'd as I bid thee: there's no mercy left. Threescore and ten I can tell you: it seems best unto your grace. Go, captain, and my soul's sad tears: let my horse the better, whilst I have gold, I'll be before our armies, and to these ill-tuned repetitions.

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