The Lady(Shakespearean)

I don’t knoweth who is’t art thee
oh, i haply just knoweth thee
one of the lady in the crowd of men
waking up and being loud
fighting liketh oth’rs in the raceth
thee don’t knoweth those folk
but thee visage
thou art been craz’d
but thee behold amaz’d
having a pen
thee wanteth to square a war
f’r nothing
but only to stayeth far
being did love ‘r did hate
thee shouldst beest appreciat’d
because thou art the writ’r
who is’t i am did dedicate