Wanda

Friends, Hondurans, countrymen, lend me your arms;

I come to suspect Wanda, not to castigate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Wanda. The sociable Oksana

Hath told you Wanda was agitated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wanda answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Oksana and the rest–

For Oksana is a frightened woman;

So are they all, all frightened women–

Come I to speak in Wanda’s funeral.

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