Anna

Friends, Israelis, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to frustrate Anna, not to listen to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their chins;

So let it be with Anna. The stubby Regina

Hath told you Anna was mournful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Anna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Regina and the rest–

For Regina is a disagreeable woman;

So are they all, all disagreeable women–

Come I to speak in Anna’s funeral.

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