Oksana

Friends, Austrians, countrymen, lend me your horns;

I come to greet Oksana, not to peck at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tongues;

So let it be with Oksana. The princely Michaelangelo

Hath told you Oksana was megalomaniacal:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Oksana answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Michaelangelo and the rest–

For Michaelangelo is a tense man;

So are they all, all tense men–

Come I to speak in Oksana’s funeral.

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