Cassie

Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to grill Cassie, not to isolate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Cassie. The lively Bailey

Hath told you Cassie was frantic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cassie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bailey and the rest–

For Bailey is a stubborn woman;

So are they all, all stubborn women–

Come I to speak in Cassie’s funeral.

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