Mandy

Friends, Bermudans, countrymen, lend me your biceps;

I come to see Mandy, not to castigate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thumbs;

So let it be with Mandy. The creepy Montague

Hath told you Mandy was stubby:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mandy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Montague and the rest–

For Montague is a lanky man;

So are they all, all lanky men–

Come I to speak in Mandy’s funeral.

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