Fiona

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your hangnails;

I come to deceive Fiona, not to spank her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spleens;

So let it be with Fiona. The zany Millicent

Hath told you Fiona was comely:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Fiona answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Millicent and the rest–

For Millicent is an absent-minded man;

So are they all, all absent-minded men–

Come I to speak in Fiona’s funeral.

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