Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your shins;
I come to try to control Wendy, not to scare her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their legs;
So let it be with Wendy. The fearful Kayla
Hath told you Wendy was frantic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Wendy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Kayla and the rest–
For Kayla is an excitable woman;
So are they all, all excitable women–
Come I to speak in Wendy’s funeral.
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