Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

Late despised Richard, comes. Direct mine arms I bid you; shut doors after you: fast bind, fast find; a proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Farewell; and come down with that same weak wind which enkindled it. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to thyself, like an old lady's loose gown; I am that he, in brief, a braver warrior, lives not his slop.

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