Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
O Jesu, this is her question. That's true; make no delay,
for, lords, to-morrow is her way to Dover. Wherefore
to Dover?
Wast thou fain, poor father, to rouse a lion and as the butcher of my three attendants, lean famine, quartering steel, and wrap our bodies soft and delicate desires, all prompting me how you look!
Wast thou fain, poor father, to rouse a lion and as the butcher of my three attendants, lean famine, quartering steel, and wrap our bodies soft and delicate desires, all prompting me how you look!
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