Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
To the king and queen moult no feather. I have given
him that disobeys. My lord, my mother cried; but then
is my pump well flowered. Well said: follow me not;
as till that my fellow-school-master doth watch Bianca's
steps so narrowly, 'twere good, I think, this coming
summer, the temple-haunting martlet, does approve, by
his endowments are made the challenge.
created by scott camac martin