Every time you refresh this page you are generating new lines of Shakespeare written by an AI trained on Shakespeare. Some lines may sound like they Shakespeare prose and others might be trash. The AI is still learning and Shakespeare was a master.
- HUME: Your grace's pardon, and gentles all,
- AUTOLYCUS: my pack will hold.
- CYMBELINE: A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
- HAMLET: What man art thou yet leave the field
- BERNARDO: How now, my lord, Leonatus!