Katy

Friends, Iraqis, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to harass Katy, not to care for her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tails;

So let it be with Katy. The dumb Brianna

Hath told you Katy was muddled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Katy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brianna and the rest–

For Brianna is an ambitious woman;

So are they all, all ambitious women–

Come I to speak in Katy’s funeral.

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