Veronica

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your chests;

I come to believe in Veronica, not to poke her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heels;

So let it be with Veronica. The creepy Rosario

Hath told you Veronica was serious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Veronica answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rosario and the rest–

For Rosario is an obese man;

So are they all, all obese men–

Come I to speak in Veronica’s funeral.

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