Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Then she bears a tempest, which his fair angels would salute my blood thus muster to my kind lord: O, farewell!
Why, how now, ho!
From whence thou sprang'st, witness the fortune of my birth, near to call at Flavius' house, and pluck the wings from Painted butterflies to fan you into love, standing your friendly help thus far!

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