Antoinette

Friends, Nigerians, countrymen, lend me your pinkies;

I come to hug Antoinette, not to punch her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skins;

So let it be with Antoinette. The passionate Susan

Hath told you Antoinette was dismal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Antoinette answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Susan and the rest–

For Susan is a brave woman;

So are they all, all brave women–

Come I to speak in Antoinette’s funeral.

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