Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
What man art thou that lately didst descend into this
gaping hollow of the wicked. I must be the poisoner
of good epilogues. What a majesty he bears to death.
'Tis beauty that doth warrant a liberal tongue. Nay,
speak thy mind; what thou dost not slumber: see, thy
two sons' heads; beheld his tears, an 'twere my daughter's
flight.
created by scott camac martin