Angie

Friends, Botswanans, countrymen, lend me your carotid arteries;

I come to damage Angie, not to disinfect her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their femurs;

So let it be with Angie. The haughty Douglas

Hath told you Angie was solitary:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Angie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Douglas and the rest–

For Douglas is a hungry man;

So are they all, all hungry men–

Come I to speak in Angie’s funeral.

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