Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Into an unspeakable comfort of your bed. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and be gone. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; for, well I feel soft things: upon my head and on him I must have that thanks from Rome, or climb my palace, till from my soul wiped the black slave smiles upon a rock!

created by scott camac martin