Vera

Friends, Dutch, countrymen, lend me your aortas;

I come to spank Vera, not to wink at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their beards;

So let it be with Vera. The direct Terri

Hath told you Vera was elderly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vera answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Terri and the rest–

For Terri is a difficult woman;

So are they all, all difficult women–

Come I to speak in Vera’s funeral.

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