i am, master shakespeare.
no, no, a touch of cold only. we suspect he is lying but will has turned away.
it's you.
i cannot move in this dress! and it makes me look like a pig! i have no neck in this pig dress! oh, she's off again! she says she's going and then she doesn't
i…quite liked it.
master shakespeare
it is not my fault, master shakespeare. i could do it yesterday.
"parting is such sweet sorrow…"