Laci

Friends, Brits, countrymen, lend me your thoraxes;

I come to banish Laci, not to laugh at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thighs;

So let it be with Laci. The megalomaniacal Mia

Hath told you Laci was polite:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Laci answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Mia and the rest–

For Mia is a furious woman;

So are they all, all furious women–

Come I to speak in Laci’s funeral.

Next Chapter