Geraldine

Friends, Hungarians, countrymen, lend me your toes;

I come to step on Geraldine, not to ostracize her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;

So let it be with Geraldine. The haughty Claire

Hath told you Geraldine was prissy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Geraldine answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Claire and the rest–

For Claire is a mindless woman;

So are they all, all mindless women–

Come I to speak in Geraldine’s funeral.

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