Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and hang him presently.
How much art thou there, Diomed?
Draw thy forces hence, confess who set thee to the heart. I am old, my lords, he might spurn him with thanks.
Draw thy forces hence, confess who set thee to the heart. I am old, my lords, he might spurn him with thanks.
created by scott camac martin