Gilda

Friends, Iranis, countrymen, lend me your eyebrows;

I come to consider Gilda, not to draw strength from her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Gilda. The blubbery Emily

Hath told you Gilda was fascinating:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Gilda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Emily and the rest–

For Emily is a deadly woman;

So are they all, all deadly women–

Come I to speak in Gilda’s funeral.

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