H'r Imp'rial Majesty And This Knave

Elegant Empress, wherefore dost thou ruleth?

Extravagant Empress, tell me if't be true,

Ye has't gent but doth that gent need ye?

Methinks those gents think thee zany.

Dear Empress, alloweth me help ye,

We can destroyeth those folk togeth'r.

H'r Imp'rial Majesty,

Empress of this loyal knave,

The Emp'r'r's wives art scheming 'gainst ye.

Thee did grant me this yard,

Bef're that gent came to ruleth.

And now I lend ye mine own hand,

Use me as your worthy tool.

Come with me, Goddess of the eth'r,

This loyal knave shall take ye thither.

Mine own heart shall always be yours.

Bef're that gent rains a million arrows at us,

We shall run hence and start our own Empire.

Wh're ye shall be the Empress and the Emp'r'r,

And I shall be your loyal knave.

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Well damnnn...!!! I'm back with a weird uhh... one-sided conversation...?

Please tell me where I've made mistakes. I've only recently got into Shakesperean English. I'm sure more than half of the poem/convo is wrong and some of you Shakesperean people are crying and hitting your head somewhere. 

So please point out my mistakes to me, it would be a great help!!!

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