Shakespeare in this isn’t

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Shakespeare in this isn’t
The Board through the ears of modern speech recognition

Some of you	Sonnet II
When four to win this show this is one for all,	When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in that you have you,	And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
By use of Missouri, some tasty all down,	Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
While the affairs of the, small word Al:	Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
them being lost real life you live,	Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
The holder Cheshire by those two days,	Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within one: the children always,	To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
World and more moves in sharing their places.	Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise these are my views if you,	How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
Developers often miss their child one	If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
She also Michael, and no one will excuse,	Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Programs using nine succession one!	Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This work and made $1.00 for,	This were to be new made when thou art old,
Can see that the one and all you need cool.	And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

Soviet 99

More foreign this Friday July,
Suite C, when this this town field mice who left mouse,
If not for mileage for? The group will provide
Which of a soft cheese more complex and twelve
In Monroe space the last two closely five.
Neither the eye content for die and,
And this a word to the human the margarine stone die air;
De Rosas fear to 14610,
One passenger in, and otherwise is there;
The word, no arrests were one, stonewall ball,
And to his robbery the mix by Brad;
Therefore is that, in private homes grow
The central canker use in the future.
More flowers and, what I nine coup sea
But sweet hole, it had stolen palm V.

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In ieder geval is het een collaboratie van Shakespeare, Microsoft en mij. Experimentje!

Mijn welklinkend stemgeluid, woorden van William en technologie van Bill hebben deze herinterpretatie mogelijk gemaakt. De titel zou je ook hebben kunnen verstaan als 'Shakespeare revisited - The Bard through the ears of modern speech recognition'.

De originele teksten van Sonnets II en XCIX zal ik ook maar even bijvoegen voor uw leesgenot.


II


When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.



XCIX

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.

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